Hook: am I drugged am I wasted she’s karma shackles from her latex demonic drama pills her vogue covers blown who cares if i’m wrong panicking my heart too cold breathe smoke out my lungs verse: she from the hills Tommy her hill figure chill baby no burken seline more the deal passive aggressive more sorry for pills the truth of it all my story the line consider i’m straight with dying alone remorse forth the code from rogan the devil’s new signature kills dreams of my burial suite nah nah nah ride or die would you lie make it dirty wretched soul rather tell it more clean witta beam excuse my french