(Wastedyouth)
Sometimes I feel like it's getting worse
Worse, worse, worse, worse
I keep it in my undercover purse
Purse, purse, purse, purse
Feel like Rihanna, put in work
Work, work, work, work
Three 9 fine, that shit burns!
The birds are waking up and I'm still not in bed
I'm walking round Number (N)ine birds on my legs
She likes to party, she got birds in her nose
I smoked too much now I got birds round my head
That's how it goes
If you don't know, then you don't know
I got on jun takahashi head to toe
I'm feeling sick, Tamagotchi left alone
La Nuit de l'Homme, she said she like my Cologne
Time to bite the bullet, we should get to talkin' (should get to talkin')
Don't got a lot of options
I'm trying hard but sometimes I think that my head is haunted
There's a ghost in my silver locket
Nirvana number (N)ine, you know what I'm rocking
That's where I'm tryna get but the road is full of turns
Gotta remember it's never what you wanted
It's what you get, what you do, what you learn
Chillin at my bnb, feeling dead, I thought I lost it
Smokin' through the cookies, feelin blue, I'm a monster
The only shit I really like to do, the rest is impulse
I feel it gripping at me, I should probably toss it
Wait!
I almost forgot nothing can hurt me 'cause I'm awesome
Stacking up the silver on my fingers and I cross 'em
I know it gets scary but don't worry we're all lost here
Racks comin in in a hurry then they fly
I feel like I'm Sisyphus, I'm rolling, rolling
Rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling 'till the end of time
I feel like Prometheus for real, 'cause you know I bring the fire
Fell out the nest, gotta learn to fly
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Sometimes I feel like it's getting worse
Worse, worse, worse, worse
I keep it in my undercover purse
Purse, purse, purse, purse
Feel like Rihanna, put in work
Work, work, work, work
Three 9 fine, that shit burns!