[Intro]
(Rock)

[Chorus]
Ain't no point in lyin', I'm just drinking to get drunk, uh
H-he don't bump my shit, but he liked me from the jump (But he liked me from the— fuck)
I can't feel my face, oh God (I can't feel my— ugh)
I can't feel my face, oh God (Fuck)

[Verse]
I do my job, then I'm droppin' off the lot (Uh)
I do my job, fuck about a job (Fuck)
Thought she was my twin, told her, "Fuck up out the [?]" (Ah)
Thought he was my twin, told him, "Fuck up out my job" (Fuck)
Bitches think they own the spot (Ah)
I been on my own, like, fuck (Fuck)
Can't trust nobody, they be on the rocks (Uh)
You wear that bag, sayin' you'll dodge a cop (Like s—)
You wear that bag, sayin' you'll dodge a cop (You dodged him, uh)
I made a bag off that indie rock (Fuck, uh)
I made a bag off that indie rock (Uh)
And I'm getting trashed at the train stop (Uh)
I talk to God, like, "When the pain stop?"
They been on mе, I trap off, tryna jack my style (Yeah)
Must be on that crack rock, what you talkin' 'bout?
L-look mе in my face, ho, you ain't felt this in a while (Uh)
[Chorus]
Ain't no point in lyin', I'm just drinking to get drunk
H-he don't bump my shit, but he liked me from the jump (He liked me from the— fuck)
I can't feel my face, oh God (I can't feel my— ugh)
I can't feel my face, oh God (God, uh)

[Verse 2]
I can't feel my face, oh God (I can't feel my— uh)
I can't feel my face, oh God (Uh)
I don't know what I'm feelin', I like it a lot, uh
Playin' Luther in my bootleg AirPods (Uh)
Ain't no point in lyin', I'm just drinking to get drunk (To get drunk— uh)
Know what you call me if you callin' me the one (Fuck)
Uh, know what you call me if you callin' me the one