[Verse 1]
Yeah
I'm sorry my vices got grips on me like when I'm gripping mics
All I need is one song to make it, catch me in the lights
I've been getting tipsy often, it's okay, I'm feeling me
Confused and lost, unconfident, but shit man, woah is me
I been walking lines of greatness, hopefully I tip soon
If I catch her playing like I am then that bitch through
Control, I need that
Options, I need that
Hardest worker in the game, yes, I be that
I'll play shows for no one, still I play
Ghost, I'm going MIA
If she catching feelings I ain't feeling then we need a break
These girls be nineteen, acting fourteen, looking thirty
In a world that likes to flex fake followers, why worry?
Your clout gets taken to the grave, sike bitch
No one writing like this, first song I wrote when high
I ain't famous but I kinda am
Douchebag but I'm innocent
You drop singles no one played, homie you ain't relevant
(Yeah, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't)
(You ain't, you ain't, you ain't, ayy)

[Verse 2]
If I'm going out, I'm going out like "F it, here we go"
Balcony, I'm blowing smoke
Two-three, got that dirty flow
Worked until it happened, that's a flex
Work best when I'm supposed to lose so I guess that's why we next
She got a boyfriend, plead the Fifth
Will I do it? Probably so
It's not my problem, once I hit the state line gotta go
I make more than yo parents
Give a damn about her parents
Talking shit, doesn't scare us
[?], well ask Paris
I just hit four in a night, still depressed
I guess I want connection more than I want sex
But I'm stressed so I smash on the road
It's all facts, everything is like a movie
Modern rockstar living fast
(You ain't, you ain't, you ain't, you ain't)
(You ain't, you ain't, you ain't, ayy)