[Intro]
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, da da da
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, da da da
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, da da da
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, da da da
ACR Productions, you feel?

[Hook]
Bitch I’m never holding up
Bitch I’m never growing up
Bitch I’m always rolling up if I’m not faded
Falling up in the hold, talkin' bout made it
Smoking till a roach, take it out, blaze it
This shit make me thicker last summer
I pick up for a glass, wadding ‘em up, smoking them blunts back to back
No all of my bars are like with ash
And I got too much rez to pack
Only sleep when I’m happy, don’t get enough rest at that

[Verse 1]
Ay, gotta keep O.D’ing myself
Got it but you keep it by itself
Slowly take a stab and make it home
Lowly take a brother, make it smoke, ay
And they only say the devil’s in the post
Glory [?] take the letter, make the most
I’m forever young bitch, I’m never growing up
Ay, only know me for my songs, just a ghost (ay)
(Just a ghost, ay, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2]
An [accolade?] made this oh so [none?]
(Ghost)
Act like you’re leaving and gone, so run
(Ghost, oooh)
I like to live and I know it’s so numb
(Ghost, oooh)
High like the wind, yeah I know it’s so dumb

[Hook]
Bitch I’m always holding up
Bitch I’m never growing up
Bitch I’m always rolling up if I’m not faded
Falling up in the hold, talkin' bout made it
Smoking till a roach, take it out, blaze it
This shit make me thicker last summer
I pick up for a glass, wadding ‘em up, smoking them blunts back to back
No all of my bars are like with ash
And I got too much wrist to pack
Only sleep when I’m happy, don’t get enough rest at that

[Bridge]
I just really want you here though
Try to tell me bout my past, yeah
Try to tell me bout the past, yeah
Never thought I’d be a bad trick
Never thought I’d be the last, yeah
Never thought I’d even pass, yeah
(You are now listening to an ACR Production)
Never got out of the past, yeah
Don’t trust me, think about it
I don’t know why all that happened
[Verse 3]
Yeah I do, it’s cause I’m playing dumb, black flame
Just a fucking idiot, laid back brain
Like just pass lame tracks, only come out in the black, laid back
Ready to blast like that, mayne
Staying up for days like that’s sane
Life is just a telephone game, never hear the same thing
Living the days, trying to get out the same ways
Yeah, life is just a telephone game
Just a telephone, yeah

[Outro]
An [accolade?] made this oh so [none?]
Act like you’re leaving and gone, so run
I like to live and I know it’s so numb
High like the wind, yeah I know it’s so dumb
Out the wind, I-