[Verse 1]
Ain't no truth in it
There ain't no use in it
Too different, and I don't think they understand
I'm gettin' loose off the juice, juice cranberry
Stress about the wrong things
Me, I'm not worried
I'm in a hurry, haters wanna bury me
It's like fun underneath the scope, they observin'
On a journey out to Jersey, just to air it out
Little water 'round the room want to talk about
So you could just walk it out like its '06
Off the liquor black out like its '03
Look, you don't know me and I don't know you
We never really hit it off like we 'pposed to
Up in Brooklyn, keep it pushin' like a baby stroller
Bad decisions, Goodfella like I'm Ray Liotta
It's all gravy, make mistakes but we make it up
Break it up back together just to break it up again

[Outro: YL]
Clutter in my mind, say I'm fine for a minute
I was tryin' but I can't really lie to ya'll bitches (I can't)
If you tryna slide, holla at the guy (hit me up)
Its Y (ya'll got the same number)
Clutter in my mind, say I'm fine for a minute
I was tryin' but I can't really lie to ya'll bitches (my bad)
If you tryna slide, holla at the guy (yo)
It's Y (ya dig)