Yeah, uh, what?
Uh (Uh), y'all heard this shit before
Yeah, y'all heard this shit before (Yeah), y'all heard this shit before
Haha, yeah, y'all heard this shit before (Yeah)
Uh, yeah, wait, yeah
What happened? Was up, now I'm crashin'
Real colonizin', take yo' shit without askin'
Fuck some repercussion when yo' body lay flaccid
I see the Reaper approachin' like I'm Marty in the past tense
I'm fifteen, and I'm just really tryna breathe
Fuck a centerfold 'cause I'm just tryna chase and probably dream
[?] directionless, I'm like, "Where the fuck yo' high beams?", y'all can't see shit
Y'all Stevie Wonder in y'all brand new whip, y'all crashin'
Yeah, nigga, was up, now I'm crashin'
Fuck a two-face, bro, I hate that shit with a passion (Yeah)
Said, mission get the chicken and then I'm gon' split the rations
In closets, y'all gettin' fits from— differentiate the fashion, please
Leavin' my room, next to my studio, she on her knees
Never change my soul, nigga, fuck you all and your normalcy
Normally, I be in the ditch with my demon
Formally, my disposition fucks up your fun or reason
But if you got a brain, then you see through the facade
I talked to God, she said, "Keep your head up, nigga, you a rock"
Then, I looked back and gave a nod like, "I understand what you sayin'"
But my [?] still frown when niggas want to pick and prod
Listen, I keep to myself for a reason, blank face when they all get to cheesin'
Stank face only came for a season, my nigga
It's cold, it's icey, I slip, then I'm bleedin'
I try to fix it, I hop in the whip, get off my feet, but I'm crashin'
Yeah, yeah, crashin'
Fuck, yeah, yeah, crashin'
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah
