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Cal Scruby

Crisis

 

Crisis

(album: While You Were Sleeping - 2020)


I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands, I'm not sure who I am
Oh goddamn, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands, I'm not sure who I am
Oh goddamn

Existential crisis, I don't get what life is
I'm so indecisive, I pick all the vices
No one like us 'cause there's no one like us
No, we not gon' dap you, not even before the virus
Got my phone on silent, no more talking to thots
I keep running up the score, you keep watching the clock
Got some money off a tour, I keep that locked in a box
I don't know how much is in there but I know it's a lot
I don't trust the government so I don't fuck with the cops
I been on some other shit, and you've been stuck in the spot
Only see my brother, shit, he know that shit 'bout to pop
If I don't know you bitch, I don't care if you like it or not
I might die by the game, 'least I live by a code
Play the hand that I got, bet the pot and you fold
You got everything you want except the soul that you sold
Oh my God he ice cold, yeah my heart à la mode, ayy

I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands, I'm not sure who I am
Oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands, I'm not sure who I am
Oh goddamn

I.D. crisis, why am I like this?
I don't know they got us on my drivers license
If I flipped the description I fit the disguises
Hey whatchu hiding with that profile on private?
Look, red in my iris, read our flights off the mileage
Know my tea not designer, but my coffee is Irish
I got bags under my eyelids I'm not tryna be stylish
I want that Tesla just so I could drink and drive, autopilot
This whole industry grimy, everyday they remind me
You gotta sell-out to sell out but you can't get nothing by me
I think the devil inside me, praise the Allah almighty
Maybe God is just a kid from the '90s, hmm, ayy

I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands, I'm not sure who I am
Oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands, I'm not sure who I am
Oh goddamn

done

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