Thanks Joeyy

[Chorus]
I got everything I need
I got more than I want
Two-hundred milligrams, I'm about to touch God
Fans worship, but I don't wanna be God
Most days, I don't really wanna be on
I got everything I need
I got more than I want
Two-hundred milligrams, I'm about to touch God
Fans worship, but I don't wanna be God
Most days, I don't really wanna be on

[Verse]
Goyard slung over my tired shoulder
Uphill battle pushing up another boulder
In the green room breaking down another boulder
Before I land, I'm plugged in, and placing in an order
If it's not a big body to the party, I'm not going
Ripped Balenci jeans got my ass cheeks showing
A lot of oxy for Joeyy, ketamine for my shorty
Front row at the shows watching bodies get contorted
It's not boring, but at times, it's not fun
Finding new ways to drain my bank of its funds
Five Rimowa bags, each one weigh a ton
I can't really pop out anywhere without a gun
God block my ears from a serpents' tongue
I don't wanna feel like the chosen one
Cartier frames hide my face from the sun
Cartier frames hide the tears