Family Function Lyrics

Why the fuck am I crossfaded at the family function

I rip an edible, dip it up in the Robitussin

It's nothing to me, it's copacetic, it's no discussion

My mind is foggy, my thoughts are cloudy, I'm onto something

Couple bands and I just threw em at her face

I can't be copied or replaced

Or get caught dead up in the grave

And I'm just sliding in, she tired of it, she kind of hate my face

I can't back up out my driveway, I can't bear to be erased

Oh

Holy Ghost

Get 'em a dollar, give me most

Get out my garden, get on post

Stuck on my line, get on coast

Whoa

Gotta look out for the rick roll

Trying to make rent when it gets low

Gotta sit back when they tap-tap wanna rap back but I can't when my lids low

Why the fuck am I crossfaded at the family function

I rip an edible, dip it up in the Robitussin

It's nothing to me, it's copacetic, it's no discussion

My mind is foggy, my thoughts are cloudy, I'm onto something

A guy named Nick told me I'd never be a nickname guy

I'm on his girlfriends playlists, and she text me that my song is nice

I'm on an elevator on my way up to the lonely heights

I just did my first interview, I guess I am a nickname guy now

Talk too much gotta calm down

Drink too much when I ball out

I been tryna work on my bedtime

But it's hard when I keep going all out

Time slip away when the sun out

Good karma come at me, come south

They stuttering, let 'em in, gotta fly away when I go south

I just tried to open up but I think no one understands

I'll keep on talking to the wall until I'm talking to my fans

Until I'm on the fucking radio, it's mania to manic

I can't have it, so I panic, got plans to share with you

I got no band to carry through

I am no man to carry you

Am I right exposing you?

Carreyrou

I am no master sleuth, Nancy Drew, I don't compare to you

Dip me in acetone, I'm hitting the answer to...

Why the fuck am I crossfaded at the family function

I rip an edible, dip it up in the Robitussin

It's nothing to me, it's copacetic, it's no discussion

My mind is foggy, my thoughts are cloudy, I'm onto something

Why the fuck am I crossfaded at the family function

I rip an edible, dip it up in the Robitussin

It's nothing to me, it's copacetic, it's no discussion

They waiting on me, they waiting on me, they waiting on me