I got one too many problems gotta kill one I got one too many things to do I'm ghostin Young Burial XLHC I like who we are (If you don't wanna stop then we don't gotta stop) Woke up Head hurts I'm still so fried Nosebleed Maybe we get too high Numb face Four shots Blacked out last night Three blunts Double cup I'll treat you right I got one too many problems gotta kill one I got one too many things to do I'm ghostin I keep that tylenol on deck, murder this migraine Sometimes I wish I could go back but what's the point tho Yeah I fried my brain hundred times, thousand times and I'm not proud of that I was getting bent on the reg and now I moderate I just put a gram of the wax inside my cigarette I was dippin reds inside the red when I was way too young I like who we are I like who we are (If you don't wanna stop then we don't gotta stop) I woke up at JFK and we were going off We were saying things we shouldn't say We're always fucking off Now we ice up but our wrists hurt Smoke until our chest hurts I wake up at LAX I'm depressed and I miss her Now it's London calling me up on the phone Nowadays we add the 44 and listen all alone Wishing I could paint your fingernails So I gave mine the black and blue You carved your name into my back and I miss eighteen too Woke up Head hurts I'm still so fried Nosebleed Maybe we get too high Numb face Four shots Blacked out last night Three blunts Double cup I'll treat you right I like who we are I like who we are (If you don't wanna stop then we don't gotta stop)