| I don’t wanna talk, you not day ones
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| I been all alone for a month long
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| I turn off my phone, you can’t hit me up
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| I do my drugs alone 'cause I’m cashed as fuck
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| I don’t got no friends, I don’t got no friends
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| Staring at my screen 'til my 20s end
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| I got lots of ends, tryna meet all them
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| I got lots of sin, I got lots of gin
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| Blood on my teeth
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| Fighting with grief, just like everyone
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| They fucking with me
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| But I’m not at ease around anyone
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| I hide away, hide away, until my fucking soul takes
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| It’s okay, sorry if I OD in the foyer
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| I been wasting all of this time just thinking
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| Complacent about my life routes I’m taking
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| I’m facing all my demons with the same name
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| At least they all look at me the same
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| I don’t got no friends, I don’t got no friends
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| Staring at my screen 'til my 20s end
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| I got lots of ends, tryna meet all them
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| I got lots of sin, I got lots of gin
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| Blood on my teeth
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| Fighting with grief, just like everyone
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| They fucking with me
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| But I’m not at ease around anyone
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| I hide away, hide away, until my fucking soul takes
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| It’s okay, sorry if I OD in the foyer |