(Ah-ah)
(Ah-ah-ah)
(Tell me, tell me, tell me)
(Tell me, tell me, yeah, now you know)
I'm gon' rap 'til I die, I got the passion for it
Passion fruit, my White Claw, angry drunk, that boy was askin' for it
Ridin' foreigns, but I miss them days when I was pourin'
Everything about it felt more real, I don't like my new story
It's annoyin', how they come out the woodworks
Wish I could've went to Woodworth
Wish I could've been someone that goes in headfirst
But I'm privileged, grew up nice, fucked it up, did dumb shit
My head hurts, knees throw back, honestly can't feel shit
Don't wanna think of my past life, it's funny how that's my image
Well, it makes sense, 'cause my music really damn
All of these bitches, stayin' up all night on the games
While my parents fightin', hopin' in the rain
Had some dreams, but now young me is frightened
I ain't had too much to offer, size and attitude
Always staring at my phone, summer rain in open shoes
Sometimes I think I got better, then I cut off everyone
I'm burnin' bridges in a letter, wish I never met her
Wish I never met her
Yeah, yah
Yeah, yah
Let's get real
Let's get real, yeah
Let's get real
Let's get real, yeah
Let's get real
Let's get real, nah
Let's get real
Let's get real, fucked my life up when I signed the fuckin' deal
Made this song in desperation, will you listen to it still?
I'm cryin' out for help, can you tell I'm so for real?
I think I believe in hell, this version of me I killed
The body we never found, is staying still around
Girl, do you believe in love?
Somehow we survived the comedown
Somehow we survived the comedown
Yeah (Grah)
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