| Can’t tell the difference between dreaming and flying
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| The back door is open. |
| the people denying
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| There’s been a void with some shame
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| My friends felt like flowers
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| It’s been too long how much can i say i’m a god
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| When I’m still here talking bout grammies and fuck me
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| And im all about pretending that i’m happy for others
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| When my puddles feel like pure stress and my own noise
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| Making me def
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| Im used to how the ringing hurts im waiting for her
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| Im gonna have to put the pain aside
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| The more i think the more ill fuckin die
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| Im done with doing what i used to do
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| Woke culture
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| Rain on me
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| Feels bloody
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| More bodies
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| Can’t promise
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| What it feel like
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| Lets party
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| That’s what y’all like |