proʟʟy (darkcontentwarning) Lyrics

If I didn't know God, I'd prolly be dead

I'd prolly have overdosed on the meds

Prolly wouldn't give a damn about feds to the point

Where each decision leaves somebody who loves me

With a new tear they shed, I'd prolly only care bout bread

And power to the point where I'm so selfish

Can't sacrifice a coward, myself, for good

And prolly never meant what I said, skeptic in bed

I'd prolly be in a cell, dealing with the fact that I sent him to hell

With the lead, I'd prolly, yuh, I'd prolly, yuh

Prolly only doubt and judge with my head and

Do whatever I can for some head, I'd prolly give up on ed

Turn to drugs, would I dread heaven or hell, I can't tell

But I would wrestle with the thought instead

The end of life I would dread

But I'd prolly like the idea of death

Maybe already bled out to death, maybe I'd go by Fred

To hide myself and act mysterious, I'd prolly tread

Lightly just so people will never guess my movements like Zed

Their heads back and forth, unsure of my steps and I'd prolly

I'd prolly, I prolly wouldn't care about them

I prolly have died by now

I'd prolly shot out couple of heads

Wanna kill myself whenever I'm down

Now don't get caught up thinking I was sheltered

Or not exposed cos that's not it

The only reason was that I was equipped

With the knowledge that taught me that I was stupid

When I was younger, these days people way into rest

Til they look under, what's under the bed?

There's something growin a head or a arm or a leg

Til you red in the face, so you prolly gotta work

And be awake for those threats, yuh

Unless you wanna hear a click, click

A man say "I need a blick, blick" and hit that tick, tick

Make you stutter like tourettes, so get up and work

So if you ain't equipped for the whip, you stallin

If I'm afraid to go on My Turn, I'm All in

Cos if you on defense, they gon rip your walls in

And the black gon hit you from the back, Tom Holland

Yeah, paper airplane, mobile cash unfold

Can't get enough cos I got student loans

Just know we'll make it out together or alone

Yeah, uh, feel like a dead-end alley for real

Is there meaning? Webster, reveal

No answer solid, everything queer

Gotta ask him for real, you can't just feel about it

Sound-surrounded with questions, dome is gettin crowded

Prolly gon stay cup-half-empty, less' the flow's abounded

Electric bars, but recieving like an eel is shrouded, yeah

I'd prolly, I prolly wouldn't care about them

I prolly have died by now

I'd prolly shot out couple of heads

Wanna kill myself whenever I'm down

Prolly only think bout sex

Have a cafeteria-line body count

Prolly just lost all my friends

In debt of paying for a tiny house

Yeah, prolly just lost all of my

Prolly would've taken my life back then

Prolly give up when I was drowning

Prolly give up my card to someone out here

Without the people you love, you wouldn't be you, uh

Payin for a tiny house, yuh

Probably, prolly, yuh