Take_it_Back_v3 lyrics

[Intro}
(Whoa, Kenny)
I am...

[Verse]
Nineteen, designer fiend
Anti-lean, Levi jeans
Mind psychotic, girlfriend's toxic
Weed exotic, smoking chronic
Y'all faker than my smile
I see thru you from a mile
I know it's been a while
But I can't forget your smile
Grew up on Zack & Cody
Lone coyote, off peyote, cacti emoji
Car littered with paraphernalia
She said I'm just a f*cking failure
Don't know what the f*ck to tell ya
If I did, I wouldn't tell ya
Over sleeping, lucid dreaming
Lost my mind, I'm f*cking tweaking
Tryna fight these f*cking demons
Tryna dodge these f*cking feelings
High Fashion, Demna Gvsalia
Chanel comma Gabriel
Almost Famous, Zooey Deschanel
On too...
Alexander Wang
Helmut Lang
You're a f*cking lame
f*ck up out my lane
[Verse]
(As we go a little something like...)
f*ck a life, I'm too depressed
Tryna slow down on these cigarettes
Now I'm even more distressed
Now I'm even more oppressed
sh*t mental health, sh*t physical health
Only focused on my future wealth
I lay low, a master of f*cking stealth
You text too much, I don't enough
Now my phone, she's blowing up
She ain't ever f*cking growing up
sh*t's got me f*cking throwing up
You need to calm down, you stupid c*nt
Stop stalling, pass that f*cking blunt

[Beat Switch]
(Here, shake hands with danger)

[Verse]
All she wanna do is smoke weed
Ain't been sober in f*cking two weeks
From THC to Ecstasy, from LSD to DMT
This sh*t's gonna be the death of me
I get higher than my insurance
Pass out, low endurance
Relapsing's just a recurrence
Do you love me?, i need reassurance
For a lost soul, what's the price tag?
Died over clout, and a Louis bag
pus*y b*tch, a f*cking fag
This world we're in is f*cking sad
You ain't mean it, but you f*cking said it
My depression's your aesthetic
You're gonna need a paramedic
Somebody call a f*cking medic
All my friends left me on read
I should probably just go on back to bed
They'll probably love me more when I'm f*cking dead
And I mean what I f*cking said
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(As we go a little something like...)
On the school bus, bumping ScHoolboy Q
You got all those f*cking followers, but nobody know you
Don't nobody know sh*t about the sh*t I've been thru
All they wanna f*cking hear is good news
I'm stuck like I stepped in glue
They still don't have a f*cking clue
Haven't cried since my best friend died
No where left to hide, I'm so f*cking tired
I think I'm truly dead inside