Yeah
Uh, uh
Yeah
Today my grandmother turn eighty
And I'm on three Percocets, I ain't even ate yet
Flippin' through the chicken, fingertips get stained red
Yet Benjamin nem crippin', I can't make it make sense, I just try to make peace
I'm rollin' with this thirty like lurkin' with Dave East
The AMG swervin', I was worthless on these same streets
I made it out, I ain't too worried if they claim me
Mainly if we ain't co-parent this pain, prefer you hate me
The only certainty lurin' me into Hades lately
Persephone flirt with me, I was seven first heard her sing
Since then, Heaven a blur to me, every step exes hurting me
Turn to blessing and courtesy, I ate off this fork in the road
Made a lil' morsel of crow, flamed up a torch with the coals
Snaked through the ports of my soul, ain't chasin' 9th Wonder or Cole
Unsafe in the soil I cultivated, unfortunate growth
Memento mori, I know, 'cause I drown the stork in this gold
Baptized my sin in a diamond, Grandma giggle in my dreams
Rub my temples, rewind it, muting what distros is vying
Stupid for business, I'm fine with it, I'm a nigga
No eluding the skin that I'm bondin' with, I'm not a human
Not deluded, I stick to my side of fence
But whichever moon I choose to go scuba these tidings with
Wash me off
Wash me off
Yeah, wash me off, wash me off
So I can make another song without a crater or a scar
Wash me off, wash me off
It's way too late to wait for dawn, I chart my placement off the stars
Wash me off, wash me off
So I can make another song without a crater or a scar
Wash me off, wash me off
It's way too late to wait for dawn, I chart my placement off the stars
Wash me, wash me off, wash me
(Wash me, wash me, wash me)
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