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Best believe that I can drink you under the table

Is that a flex or a cry for help?

Is it bad that I can't tell?

So Imma sit with these thoughts for a spell

Best believe that I can drink you under the table

Is that a flex or a cry for help

Is it bad that I can't tell

So Imma sit with these thoughts for a spell

Motherfucka I don't like your content

Like, let's be honest

Still need some context?

You less credible than fucking Complex

No contest

I'm all about the conflict

Yeah I'm gin without the tonic

I'm toxic

Can't stop it

Even if I wanted to

I'm stuck in drive

Yeah I'm so obnoxious

Yeah yeah

I got the crowd and the belly

But best believe that I'd still flop this

High time I take my fine time

Full speed to the edge of my mind

Tommy telling me

My love making me blind

But he never mentioned

It would make me fuckin mental

I drink to keep the weight pressed down

On my potential

Blue light stimulate my mental

Fuck a pencil

Fuck a classroom

No body, just a stencil

And now I'm cruisin' on autopilot

Writer's room without a pilot

Shattered egos without violence

Yeah, fuck a wolf bruh I'm a sheep

Don't care about being fed

I just wanna breathe

And take my foot off the gas for the week

This shit so fuckin' intense

But you won't ever hear a peep from me

You see?

Yee yee

I'm fuckin' done

Yeah yeah yeah

Best believe that I can drink you under the table

Is that a flex or a cry for help?

Is it bad that I can't tell?

So Imma sit with these thoughts for a spell

Best believe that I can drink you under the table

Is that a flex or a cry for help?