Lonely Thoughts + Flooded Tents

(álbum: 2am Music - 2018)

I'm about to quit fucking everything for this, yeah

Let me get the cake, yeah
Left me hungry through the whole fucking day, yeah
People choosing clothes and they choosing fates, yeah
Mine's real but the rest of them are fake, yeah ay
Baby found God in the form of a powder for the schnoz
Baby that ain't God, you feeding the devil
Obsessed with the thought of being rebels, yeah

You ain't gotta go too hard
Proving character is evidence
I worry some thoughts
But if they don't like me I'll die with [?]

I'm up in the night time
Took a while just to feel right
Shadow figures in my eye sight
Lock down to the bed
I'ma wake in my head
Night terrors, I don't sleep right
This a cute lil' song
Get clout, get girls
Wearing cute lil' thongs
I'm not feeling it
I'm just tryna be unique, I'm not hearing it
No sound of falling off but in fear of it
I could spend a lifetime tryna flow with kicks
I could spend a lifetime on my lyrics shit
You know what it is
Six polar bears, snowy shit
Colder than a bitch

Let me get the cake, yeah
Left me hungry through the whole fucking day, yeah
People choosing clothes and they choosing fates, yeah
Mine's real but the rest of them are fake, yeah ay
Baby found God in the form of a [?]
Baby that ain't God, you feeding the devil
Obsessed with the thought of being rebels, yeah