i aint down wit getting nervous on this whole flight
sleeping days workin nights i dont fuck wit life
when people want u down
that shits gets me up
fuck making sad raps cus yall fags dont care bout luck
yall didnt really fuck wit us
until we came n fucked shit up
this industrys a fuckin lie
like these rappers screaming out lines
nothing like the ones in my dressing room
That big sign saying van solos doom
mf u got left no stress o yess
smoke bless high shit loser fly shit
drugs feel like my only friends
call logs all dealers going in
should prolly pay some child support
but fuck that shit im wildin boy
howling boy ima wolf all alone
screaming at the skies
asking when im going home
im not too stoked on this earth all alone
last thing i heard was sometime soon
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in my psyche my psyche
my psycho psyche
its my psyche
my psycho psyche
that got me feeling so alone, uhh
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lost alotta shit
but im prepared for it
we talk about the same shit but yours boring
swag this and this is foreign
these fuck niggas just keep us snoring
complex in this magazine
fucking maze always harassing me
a murder could really seem like a casualty
especially when these fake niggas dapping me
last thing i heard was her body was a temple
so i got the slut so wet til her skin wrinkled
and cut that bitch like fries wit the crinkles
feeling like im sinking
drowning in my brain
thats a frank ocean smoking novacane
fucking odd future when u living wit no life
today like tomorrow mane this shit aint right
dealing wit these hypebeast worried bout hype
most days im worrying where im sleeping that night
use to park my car down in alief outta sight
fucking famous hoping nobody spot me
always kept a black hoodie hoping no one sees
yeah... in my psyche
my psycho psyche