Coffin Lyrics

Brandon you so damn soft you know this shit exhausting

Why you keep on acting like you out of options

Brandon you so damn soft you know this shit exhausting

Why you keep on acting like you in a coffin

Dead dead

I put a k and a k in the bank

I put a k and a k in the safe

Keep looking back look where I came

Me and that person yeah we not the same

Not the same no no

Give me my commas

I need bread

I need Prada

I don't wanna talk about shit that I gotta

Talk about egos yeah I am your alter

You my son I'm your father

I'm on rhode talking Lana

I need bands talking lotta

Could you come like any softer woah

Person inside of me

Tell me you doubting me

I don't why you were coming you lie to me

I don't know what you think that you find in me

You are the person that I am just tryna be

You are the opposite the other side of me

Woah

Zombie talking

Feel like I'm a zombie walking

Feel like I am johnie walker Texas ranger

I don't know what just awakened

Hi-key you can't fucking tame him

Hate when you just fuck his name up

Yeah I'm popping these pills again

I'm keeping it real again

I just wanna feel again to feel again

I wanna go touch me a million

A billion

I gotta go get it I reel it in

Lo-key is really out here wanna run it up

He ain't confident so he always just fuck it up

And he start to fucking talking tell him knock it off

Cause if he fucking does it Hi-key showing up

Okay

It's whatever

Woke up in the graveyard

We are not the same dawg

Hi-key is the savior

I am here to stay dawg

I was just dead and I did it again

People they know me on all of the ends

People they talk to me know we ain't friends

If you won't say it well Hi-key can

Hi-key out

It's Hi-key now

It's Hi-key now

Yeah and the fuck out the coffin

She wanna top it

Fucking that bitch she mad obnoxious

Sipping that blue that shit hypnotic

I'm here

Brandon you so damn soft you know this shit exhausting

Why you keep on acting like you in a coffin

Dead dead

I put a k and a k in the bank

I put a k and a k in the safe

Keep looking back look where I came

Me and that person yeah we not the same

Not the same no no

Give me my commas

I need bread

I need Prada

I don't wanna talk about shit that I gotta

Talk about egos yeah I am your alter

You my son I'm your father

I'm on rhode talking Lana

I need bands talking lotta

Could you come like any softer woah