Letras
unconscious
sleepwalking
dream eater from Encino out to Boston
run into your parents room
tell them I had a nightmare
left the spinning world that had
everything I liked there
my family
cars, cribs, clothes and the homies
couldn't open up my ableton
for sampling these oldies
couldn't wake up to my roommates
cooking breakfast cause I drank too much
I met the devil
she was cool as fuck
offered me some angel dust
told me there's so much more to this
undeserving
cutting corners with loneliness
mornings are a battle
and the nights are even harder
when you're trynna carve a place
in something you were never part of
stir the pot
haunted house shit
somewhere in the mountains
I'mma get this money
get some head while I count it
fully thrifted outfit
counterfeit flows
leak my own mixtape
turn my memories to ghosts
I'm Ted Danson
whiter than your dandriff
everything I love to do daily
giving me cancer
I'm at Rocky's
buying woods and chicken cutlet
just so I can be faded
when they kill me out in public
therapists hate me
flip the script and diagnosed the bitch
meant to be unstable
mentally I'm fully over shit
chillest in the cul de sac
infantry is soviet
let the birds chirp
what a way to let the story end