[Intro]
BROOD
Been a very strange day
Dying for the sake of art

[Chorus]
Just hit rock bottom of this bottle, told the doctor, "Fill my cup"
Just put yo' shawty in red bottoms, she want Prada, not yo' love
He causin' problems, skip that talkin', spill his motherfuckin' blood
I'm top floor, vibin' with this model, just got back from Avalon

[Verse]
[?] need to deposit
Boy, you shit outta luck, shouldn't try now, should've never come 'round me
Too high, I'm— still tryna come down, I don't think I can fight it
Goin' up, can't— I still give a fuck if anybody watchin'
Tryna [?] for your partners
I could stuff a milli' in my pockets
You been stuffin' pennies in yo' wallet
What's it like to be stuck at the bottom?
Couldn't tell ya anything about it
You can't tell me nothin', no debatin'
Do a third of everything I do, let me know if you make it
She could turn and break my heart in two, but I know she an angеl
We could send yo' gang to the Moon, this is not [?]
Hunnid thousand for thе [?]
I walked in with that— on him, it's concealed
On the backend of my gang, wouldn't wanna be here
We'll smack him broad day, put him on a knee
[Chorus]
Just hit rock bottom of this bottle, told the doctor, "Fill my cup"
Just put yo' shawty in red bottoms, she want Prada, not yo' love
He causin' problems, skip that talkin', spill his motherfuckin' blood
I'm top floor, vibin' with this model, just got back from Avalon