SHOOTIN'

Thru the city I ride, rock and roll, this one might be too personal

My suicide note to the homies and my bros if I don't end up phenomenal

Woah, it's over, stories on me still gon' tell, tap into demons my holy grail

Daddy issues turn to self esteem issues, baby I'm team issues

My demons who really is a tissue, I'm as clean as a bottle of Listerine

Baby I'm kidding I'm off the lean, I'm sipping on Malawi gin only

It consume me, grab my phone, hi it's Mr. Lonely see I'm fucking with you lowkey

Need you to slide, 08 or 09 I know it's late but we got time

Alright, alright I hear you, wanna see you all the time

Party at your crib, like how you come alive let me slide, let me slide

Do you see the time, god damn it you so divine