[Intro: Lil Finesser Prince]
Everything makes sense now
But everything... Is not what It seems like

[Verse 1: Lil Finesser Prince]
Wrote this tape for a bitch that don't even love me no more
Fuck that bitch, I fuck that bitch and then i move
Shoutout to them junkies give me money, just to think about it
But I don't think about It
Because I ain't stressing shit
Pull out a blade on these crackers to see who really with the shits
Then I take a sip, or two, so I feel alright
Got your bitch throwing it back, she ain't feelin' alright
But fuck this shit, this shit press me
I can't, this shit stress me (You know)
Yeah, yeah yeah, I fuck with that, keep it, keep it
When I'm done with my goals and everything, I might isolate myself somewhere... (Maybe Stockholm, Ha ha)

[Bridge: Lil Finesser Prince & Jants]
Stockholm, Aye, Aye (Get It)
Jants come here, man (Stockholm)
Mmmmmh, hmmmm, yeah Stockholm (Mmmmmh, hmmmm)
Yeah, yeah Mmmmmh, hmmmm

[Outro: Jants]
Mmmmmh, hmmmm
Mmmmmh, hmmmm
Mmmmmh, hmmmm
Mmmmmh, hmmmm (Asta)