Crisis Cal Scruby

[Intro]
Huh, ay
Yeah, huh

[Chorus]
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands, I'm not sure who I am
Oh goddamn, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands, I'm not sure who I am
Oh goddamn

[Verse 1]
Existential crisis, I don't get what life is
I'm so indecisive, I pick all the vices
No one like us 'cause there's no one like us
No, we not gon' dap you, not even before the virus
Got my phone on silent, no more talkin' to thots
I keep runnin' up the score, you keep watchin' the clock
Got some money off a tour, I keep that locked in a box
I don't know how much is in there but I know it's a lot
I don't trust the government so I don't fuck with the cops
I been on some other shit, and you've been stuck in the spot
Only send my brother shit, he know that shit 'bout to pop
If I don't know you bitch, I don't care if you like it or not
I might die by the game, least I live by a code
Play the hand that I got, bet the pot and you fold
You got everythin' you want except the soul that you sold
Oh my God he ice cold, yeah my heart à la mode, ay