I don't want to talk to you
Couldn't care less how you feelin' right now
I'm a ghost I can walk through you (walk through you)
All black blade with a dutch light brown
I'm a sixteen bar killer, none realer
Lil peep, omenxiii, can't flow with us
Now you sellin' out shows and you fuckin' on a ho
But yo ass still know that we flow bigger
No job, no mob, no time, do it on my own time, on my own grind
Oh my, oh my, not a day go by where I don't get high
Write a hundred fuckin' rhymes
Fine, I'm better off without you on my mind
Do it like a mom only talking on my line
Then it's back to the bedroom, back to the lies
I'm bleedin' to death, but I'ma tell you that I'm fine
Bleedin' to death, but I'ma tell you that I'm fine
I'm doin' my best to keep the money on my mind
You thought I was weak man because I was being kind
You won't see the weekend, I leave em' in the pond