(In my in my) In my Drug rug Fucked up Soda ghost (in my) Red cup Yuh, love Talent, luck Car crash why didn’t he buckle up Guilt, nostalgia All strut Dead eyes, walls up Show off show up Walk off Throw up Glow up Cause we in a rut Stomach scars undercuts Ma told me say and not but when trying to cheer someone up But Stuck Fuck Snuck Out last night The last time Parents angry side call me petrified of the day they die cause all the days I lied Preciate you Have a good night Quick fist bump Then we get good high Circle of life Yeah we get good high Circle of life yeah we get high Drug rug Fucked up Deceased soda in my soda cup It’s just another track and it’s stupid as fuck It’s just another track and it’s stupid as fuck Uh I talk too much Mutt with a mouth come muzzle me up Must be why I like rapping No one to interrupt next person that says it might be getting fucked up I feel corrupt Insides out of touch Couldn’t be my outsides Got butt to touch Still depressed but at least I’ve started eating lunch Still stressed but at least I can still pack a punch yeah Wanna be that hard song But I been that sad one all along Embracing it I’m just a pawn Queen universe come suck my thumb Got a poetry teacher- don’t fw rhymes But it ain’t a crime to like the feeling runnin over your mind Says it limits possibilities but I always find A way to say what I need it’s just like grabbing a vine Tarzan swinging tree to tree they call me asinine Bleeds black into my brain like fucking iodine Not alive but refuse to die sign my name Frankenstein Up here cowering at the top cause I hate the bottom line But Stuck Fuck Luck Evades me Please save me Just kidding Just lazy Am I kidding God I feel crazy No kidding It’s all so hazy Fuck a maybe Cant fuck with indifference It’s too hazy Wanna be on a mission But I’m stuck in BJP (before JP) Missin the one they dared to call Josephine Sometimes I feel like her want to scream shatter my larynx Voice one two three played by me roll the credits Drug rug Fucked up Back in the car recording my stuff We live on repeat that shit is on stuck We turn up the heat when we feelin low on luck But I got love, yuh Talent, luck in a slomo car crash and I forgot to buckle up Think about the guy I actually knew who actually didn’t a lot yeah Ooh baby in my In my in my Drug rug Fucked up Soda ghost in my Red cup Yuh, love Talent, luck Car crash why didn’t he buckle up Guilt, nostalgia All strut Dead eyes, walls up Show off show up Walk off throw up