Lyrics
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Hol' up, hm)
Shot up by elastic (kkei), went zero straight to ten (yeah)
Now some niggas gotta at me just to impress a friend (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been fakin' it since last year, my life is make-pretend (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I just hide behind my gas, bitch, I always keep my pen (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Niggas think this shit is tragic? You should see my wrists, bitch (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Crawlin' through these halls, viewed as just another misfit (whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah)
For years until these niggas saw a blue check and then clicked it (whoa, whoa)
(Like damn, I really miss it, before I wasn't in shit)
But I was always in shit, ever since an infant
I always been a fuck up, been trouble in an instant
So I decide to fuck up my wrists, I never listened
To this day, I still be cuttin', I disregard the Rick
Get me started on the bitches, I swear I didn't fucking care
She came into my life, hope she don't leave me, I'm so fuckin' scared
Like, damn, that's my problem
Rippin' out my fucking hair for shit that didn't even happen
This shit gettin' wack, I'm smokin' gas to just be happy
Holy fucking smokes, is that Cardingfraud?