作词 : Nakul Pai/Conner Jerome Carel

作曲 : Nakul Pai/Conner Jerome Carel

Awake in the morning without a damn thing on my mind, yeah

Spacing between us, been growing apart with the time, yeah

Twenty-one years, I'm closer to death then my brine

I just can't seem to decide

If I want you by my side for the rest of my life

Blue pill poppin' has been changing up my vision

Blue bill coppin', I just meet me up in the digits

Made a finger to a fake friend, he went ****in' with it

****in' up the speed though, I don't need a limit

Need gas for the whip, you need gas for the blunt

And my stomach got a stitch, but there's smoke in my lungs

Blade cuts deep, that's why I don't keep a gun

Begging it freehand charging when I run

Late night FaceTime calls from my shawty

Liquor in my system, it's poppin' at the party

Champaign showers, couple bottles for the thotties

Or the ***** flow back until she workin' on her body

Slazy mistake I made, ****in' on her best friend

Easy when I gotta say, actin' like it wasn't gonna end

Now I gotta fend for myself on the daily

Demons are pussys, they don't wanna blame me

It's hard to think about somethin' else then the ****in' money

Hard to bring myself to face the facts

These days are no longer sunny

All I see is rain drippin', leakin' through cracks on my window

****in' with me is a gamble

I thought that you knew just what the **** you were in for, woah

Honestly, I didn't want you to ****ing come over

Baby, I tried to tell you I was never less sober

Game, set, match, that ***** came with a controller, yeah

But she be dealin' me way too quick, game over

Blue pill poppin' has been changing up my vision

Blue bill coppin', I just meet me up in the digits

Made a finger to a fake friend, he went ****in' with it

****in' up the speed though, I don't need a limit

Need gas for the whip, you need gas for the blunt

And my stomach got a stitch, but there's smoke in my lungs

Blade cuts deep, that's why I don't keep a gun

Begging it freehand charging when I run

Late night FaceTime calls from my shawty

Liquor in my system, it's poppin' at the party

Champaign showers, couple bottles for the thotties

Or the ***** flow back until she workin' on her body

Slazy mistake I made, ****in' on her best friend

Easy when I gotta say, actin' like it wasn't gonna end

Now I gotta fend for myself on the daily

Demons are pussys, they don't wanna blame me