Oh my god, I’m under the tide
I’m the poster child for misjudgement
And I boast about my tropes and flaws
I’m cliffside and I’m posted, bitch
On some shit
Told my dawg to quick hold the jib ‘cause I’m goin’ in
RIP to my lost friends
Yeah I know one day I’ll be home again

I fucked up
Yeah you know the drill
What else did you all expect, shit
At least I’m trying to be honest
Still, I’m stuck in this coma

Ay, I’m smoking some contaminant
Nasty, nauseous
You so fucking gorgeous
I need to recharge and shit
I don’t even hold out my hands when I’m falling
The minute I think I’m important
Life shows me I’m not shit
It can turn to torment
If you linger too much on shit

Bеgging, pardon
[Ain’t?] fucking with my boss, sure [?]
I can’t do no cop out, fuck a [copper?]
I’m in my head, no lookout
Not a talker
B-b-b-aby I’m a downеr
I’m a savage
Baby I’m a goner
Can’t get out my bad ways
Baby I’m just a roamer
I got baggage
Throw out my composure
Break me off my balance

Baby I’m a downer
I’m a savage
Baby I’m a goner
Can’t get out my bad ways
Baby I’m just a roamer
I got baggage
Throw out my composure
Break me off my balance