[Intro: ​nAvvvi ツ]
I know why
My eyes deceive
You want me
To pay my grieve

[Verse 1: ​nAvvvi ツ]
My life Rocky cuz I got some fukn problems
Came up from the bottom but I'm still a bottom
Since my mental thinning I'm never sent to blossom
Dipping on the pain of mind to another fucking condom
Navvvi sends confining over bottles of patron
Meant call you on the phone, anxiety is still atone
So i sit up in dark room spinning in my chair
Waiting for the future that i fear will never get there

Never wanted you to see me
No one gave mе chances, greed
Waking up harder evеryday
Up outa bed to my own grave

Honest to god I think I'm just afraid now
Drugs are looking better when I aim to pain now
Maybe this, maybe that, maybe everything to blame now
Maybe solutions lookin in my face now
My cell phone make the hell grow but I'm stuck to it like some motha fukn velcro
Friendly neighborhood john doe searching for some media appearance manifesto with a rainbow
Who we know though keep me spinning like tornado
I defend nothing without endless ammo
Since I am the generalissimo, full of gold
I don't fuck with no1 that be just romeo
[Verse 2: Papa Sleep]
Thought I had my shit together
Thought I didn't need nobody
Turns out I didn't know no better
Everybody acting like my baby sitter
Tell me how to act tell me tell me why I'm always bitter
Always in a black abyss
Always in a mood
Lost within these hypnotic grooves inside this vinyl
And I'm wasting all my youth until I'm getting migraines
Shake my hand and feel the arthritis feel it in my face I swear to God you only like me lifeless
I'm just walking in an endless tunnel on an endless treadmill
Never seen the entrance and I never seen a bit of light
Always struggle just to find another type of meaning but you'd rather watch me die inside

[Verse 3: Jon Lemon]
I try to be copacetic a lot but my hope is heading in a different direction I’m lost
There I go
Suppressing my thoughts in the walls of Jericho
A scary thot
Might be that bitch that I wanna marry tho

Pussy pink like peach I’m trippin on mushrooms like Mario
Head to Venice beach I’m seein colours through the stereo
See through all the greed I had to clear outta the area
I ride wit my team ain’t nobody gon try to carry ya
Stompin on dem beats I had to cop a pair of cleats
Ran right up on arion and robbed him for a lease
I’m just tryna carry on don’t care about mystique
Get my Larry on curb your enthusiasm you weak
I feel nefarious I keep a forty five underneath up in my carry on
Hit 'em like Barry bonds on a beat
Mariah Carey songs banging out the coupe when I creep
Caught the ferry on the last minute cruisin da sea
I’m gone
[Verse 4: BLCKK]
Yeah
I been affected by the past tense
I better be dead before he see me shutting up about it
I better be drowned about the fact I fucking thought about it
And you can suck my fucking brains out, I'm still about it
Uh, I make a point to make 'em understand
I spent a long time here, who the fuck I am?
At this point I couldn't give a fuck, 'less I been pushed
To the point I wanted bitches on the t-shirt
I picking me first, we all got problems
Who the fuck I'm 'bout to help if I got mind on the sofa
So fuck, I'm sorry if I have to give you a call
But I've been trying not to put a fucking hole in my skull, shit

[Outro: ​nAvvvi ツ]
I know why
My eyes deceive