[Intro]
Um, I want them to feel less alone with their feelings. Um. Understand that things that happen in real life, happen for a reason. And make you become the person you are today. Um. And sonically, I just wanted it to feel like a massive trip. So, if they felt like they came out of it feeling like they were in some sort of lucid dream, then I did my job

[Verse]
Real goth baby, don't get it fucked up, aye
I was ridin' round, n***as wasn't in the cut
Who gon' help yuke when he down on his luck?
Nobody lookin' out for me, I look up at the dovеs
Hold on baby, I don't think you get it, where you goin'?
N***as can't cap and say, "yukе not flowin'"
And I'm tryna hit the shows, tryna be out tourin'
And I don't really give a fuck 'bout you and your whoring
You can stay up on that Gram wit' that petty-ass shit, aye
I don't give a fuck, ho, bitch slit wrist, yuh
Never gave a shit, aye, you never gave a fuck
And I might just run down on that n***a, and show him what's up
N***a know he smokin' bullshit wit' that skinny-ass blunt
If I walk up in your crib and I caught you, then you done, aye
Bitch, don't run, yeah
I'm not one of them ones, aye
I'm not nobody son, aye
Put respect on my name, that's all I want

[Chorus]
Gas in my lungs, I've been boofin' on this blunt
Cryin' in my room, while I'm staring at the sun
Smokin' since a jit, so my lungs turned numb
She just stabbed me in the back, I'm lookin' at her stunned
Bitch had me lookin' stupid, sayin' she the one, aye
Thought you was my bro, n***a, had me sayin' mud, aye
Sleepless nights, I might pour me up some mud, aye
Sleepless nights, I might—
[Outro]
I don't give a fuck, ho, bitch slit wrist, yuh
Never gave a shit, aye, you never gave a fuck
And I might just run down on that n***a, and show him what's up
N***a know he smokin' bullshit wit' that skinny-ass blunt
If I walk up in your crib and I caught you, then you done, aye
Bitch, don't run, yeah
I'm not one of them ones, aye
I'm not nobody son, aye
Put respect on my name, that's all I want
Gas in my lungs, I've been boofin' on this blunt
(Trap Finesse Cult)
Cryin' in my room, while I'm staring at the sun
Smokin' since a jit, so my lungs turned numb
She just stabbed me in the back, I'm lookin'