Chorus:
Gotta get warmed up again
Short break tryna give no fuck again. Yea
Can you feel the adrenaline
My high feel better than the medicine

Tryna get messed up with the best friends
Take two tabs, now we feelin like the X-men
Got a new chick, always talking bout her ex man
Get crossed off, I ain’t tryna be her next man

Verse 1:
250k plays later
Started in my sophomore year tryna date her
Never got to date her
Now I just evade her
First year of college, with dreams of making paper
Yea I’m getting faded
With homies I can stay with
Never outta place, when you make it to the A-list
Getting good ratings
Haters not adjacent
Do it for the love, never do it for a payment

I might be off-note
I’m on one
And cutthroat
I must know
Where the hell the best go
I’m not a fan of dress code
Ya discipline ya girl, I take her from you saying presto
No this is not some petco
No she is not a bitch, if she like you she gon switch
Never make her dry a dish
She the one I’m dying with
Whoa
Nah I’m kidding man let’s be serious
She talking bout her cycle and you the one on your period
Eating pot roast
Again I think I’m off-note
Departing at the crossroads
I only talk through locked doors
I don’t like face to face
Left alone without a trace
Introvert in outer space
Getting cold but I’m okay
Lead the way, leave it paved
Save my spot, crease the page
Writing songs, feel the rage
No I won’t, peak today

And honestly, I won’t let myself get ahead of me, on the hunt for a better me, never be on the ketamine

Chorus:
Gotta get warmed up again
Short break tryna give no fuck again. Yea
Can you feel the adrenaline
This high feel better than the medicine

Tryna get messed up with the best friends
Take two tabs, now we feelin like the X-men
Got a new chick, always talking bout her ex man
Get crossed off, I ain’t tryna be her next man