[Intro: Sewerperson]
Huh
I been up all night, I couldn't tell you, yuh
If they takin' shots, I cannot feel it, uh (I hate you, bigchase)
If I can't hold the crown, I gotta steal it no doubt
And I need some vacation time, I'm getting stressed out

[Verse 1: Sewerperson]
Invite me in a whim I shock them when I turn out
Forgiato wheels spinning when I roll out
This shit for my guys, I'm going till I burn out
Oh, you got me mad now
Oh, you tryna link? What, you need some? (Huh)
Oh, I'm getting top while hitting speed bumps, yeah
No, I don't wanna party, but I'll drink some, yeah
750 ml I do not get drunk, oh
Stuff inside my coat, she tryna get some, huh
Pills inside my bag, she tryna pop one, I don't know
Where the fuck I get it from, like I don't know
I don't know
If you here to question me I think you should've stayed at home
One band, on my kicks, twist on top my mid Dunks
I'm on my Corona shit, I hit you with a fist bump
Black and yellow Off-White hoodie, like it's 6ixbuzz
Up in zone, on my time, I'm fucking no chums
[Chorus: Sewerperson]
I been up all night, I couldn't tell you, yuh
If they takin' shots, I cannot feel it, uh
If I can't hold the crown, I gotta steal it no doubt
And I need some vacation time, I'm getting stressed out

[Verse 2: SadBoyProlific]
Yeah
Walked up to the gates of Hell and died first
If you wanna join the clique, you gotta die first
Spend a hundred nights confined, now I'm defined with my words
Met Medusa, made her stare into my eyes first
Messages encoded from the crypt, been a century
Since I seen my enemies
Tryna take my energy
Brain matter splatter on your girl, John F. Kennedy
I am not immortal, I'm an entity
Straight fucking energy
Your God appears from time to time inside my dreams to question me
Stuck inside yo' preordained destiny
I'm composing poetry, this shit is not a rap, boy
You was talking, met me in LA, it was a act, boy
Better stay up in yo' fucking lane before you crash, boy
I'll be down, I see the day, I take it from a frat boy
I just felt my atoms decompress again, uh
She been pissed but she still wanna fuck again, yeah
Stuck inside my mind, I wanna die again
My bro called me crying, said he back to bumping lines again
Eyes with no life in them
I think I've just had a homie die again
I been in my room, I'm back to pouring up them lines again, uh
[Verse 3: guardin]
Remember when we walked for miles, it was seven degrees
We tryna fill our backpacks with Arizona iced tea
Gettin' faded at my mom's, we hittin' hookah's with ease
The bass was banging through the speakers bumping Capital Steez
It's unbelievable, I made it out alive with a dream
Celebrating every day in ways you wouldn't believe
I mopped the floor while writing ataraxy, just ask Shakeem
So here's the toast to all the homies coming up out the scene
It's a mad world we all live by somebody's motto
Cope with different vices, I been tippin' back Moscato
Various Elixirs, no consistency with bottles
If the flavor hitting hard then I'ma drink it 'til I topple
Silly with aesthetics, I'ma make you hit the follow
Bitching 'bout my nails, I guess my dick is hard to swallow
You can call me all the homophobic slurs you wanna wallow
But no space inside my purse is looking hollow
We got what you need, sonically if you just run it right back
Sewer, SBP and guardin ripping on the track
This the one you bump through summertime while whipping through the map
Burn a blunt until you feeling all relaxed
Yeah

[Outro: guardin]
I'ma let this play out
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Goddamn, bigchase you killed this shit