[Chorus: Aizo]
Driving down the street, I got no gas
I've been rolling up the weeks, but my tolerance trash
I've been fucking on this bitch but she got no ass
Maybe I should fuckin' drop dead, ayy

[Verse 1: Aizo & Sewerperson]
My own health a bitch, I got tremors in my hands
Grab another bottle, just another empty glass
No contact, talking shit about me to your friends
Instead, I'm worrying about chicks and if they love me back
Should've focused on my mental, got shit in my head
Always tend to move things way too fast
All these bitches wifey 'til they fuck with my bread
I've been giving out my heart like it's a broadcast
Voices in my mind telling me to forget
'Member that time when we were in bed
Said we both felt the sparks happen
Funny how life can leave you broken (So)

[Verse 2: Sewerperson]
Yeah, 'kay
Lately, I see you as a lifeline (Lifeline)
I need you even if it's just a FaceTime (FaceTime)
It's mutual, I heard it through the grapevine (Grapevine)
I'm feeling you like pockets at the state line (At the state line, let's go)
I'm numb as soon as I look into her brown eyes (Brown eyes)
She freeze me in my place as the time flies (Time flies)
With you, I could get through twenty lifetimes (Lifetimes)
And still, I'd hope to see you after I die (I die)
Fly away with me tonight
It's pure ecstasy when her hands clasp mine
What's meant to be will remain in time, I hope
You can see that it's this I'm fighting for
Pick yourself up, girl
Don't cry, yeah
Even if for the night, we'll be just fine
Ever since a child, I saw signs
Now I let them guide me on cold nights
[Chorus: Aizo]
Driving down the street, I got no gas
I've been rolling up the weeks, but my tolerance trash
I've been fucking on this bitch but she got no ass
Maybe I should fuckin' drop dead, ayy