pray for me and paris, gunn told you so 6 in the mornin and still high on cortisol tunin my guitar thinkin if i find the chords to the song that i forgot ill feel more than low sammy nightingale, stay with the spells light as a nujabes classic readin thru my daily mail another record on the shelf waitin for the hype i had to come back to me to complete it knowin i wont make sales still tell tall tales, take it upon myself to turn em to a stan this'll be the breakin point and ill prevail told im a hypochondriac, break ends to make ends stresser tryna be open, damn doorhinges loose lets begin dont ask for the pin because i wont give it make a choice now, start shuttin down your eyes or lose out on what tomorrow brings for the tidechanger light it's light pray that i make it cause daniel ek dont give a **** if you function 1 thousand streams to gain to get you what you deservin i been in constant pain they think that im on vacation, but im jumpin off a bridge the second i even nervous stuck behind a screen im really proud of everything ive made but whats the point of proud of overthink mistakes and i cant make another album put my body in a crate so i can hang out with the legends i adore teaming up with god its what they claiming, dont you agree? six figures in a bag and send the deportees cant believe we trade blood for power and conversations i was saying slurs in '16, bought em for my protection i grew up poor and i stayed poor bullies smashing heads on the wall and they wanted more trauma i was silent through hell so therefore i am snowprint