Real heartache
Void of energy
Real heartache
I'm in ecstasy
Real heartache
Void of energy
Real heartache
I'm in ecstasy

You will only ever be past tense to me
I don't even know what you meant to me
Heartache is when you were laying next to me
Zagged out with a hundred tabs of ecstasy
Rolling, in my Kappa jacket feeling golden
I indulge in urges I have no self control in
Sorry I'm not sorry but I am my one and only
I just wanna tell you so you feel a bit more lonely
The House of Drip is now in full effect
Droppin hella bombs like that
It's the handzum rough neck
Ain't nobody ready when I go and start to wreck and get to choppin like a TEC
It's how I trap you in my net
Dylan the dripped out deity dripping wet
On the world til' it drowns and I'm the only one left
If I only cut outside the world and fire and then get higher with the power in my hands I'm bout to bring the death
I'm about to turn into Fallujah
Living in the past so why would I give a fuck about my future
Zaggin out like a witch and doing it like furuza
Burnin up an offering and breaking down the Buddha
Zaggin, buckin, choppin like an MDMA bitch while the bass boomin heavy like a body in a ditch
Mystical intentions every time I roll a junt and get the pentagram out the fridge in the kitchen in the House of Drip
Real heartache
Void of energy
Real heartache
I'm in ecstasy
Real heartache
Void of energy
Real heartache
I'm in ecstasy