[Chorus]
I be going through this again, through this again
Quit for a week and I drink again, I drink again
They flexing on their Instagram, their Instagram
Go ahead, ask me if I give a damn, I don't give a damn
'Cause I been tryna make it, make it, make it out
But I'm losing my patience, patience, patience now
There is no one that can save me, save me, save me now
I'm something like an angel with no halo now
[Verse 1]
And that's fuck up
Tough luck got me feeling like I'm losin' grip
Or who's to say, I'm used to the stupid shit
Fans say I'm on fire like my fuse is lit
But all these fake ass rappers got you convinced, uh
I'm feeling sea sick, no ocean
Like fuck a remix, it's that dough shit
Take my drink off the coast and I'm coastin'
I'm closest to really being me when this Patron hits
It so depending, got no potential
I go so demented when I hold this pencil
Like I wrote a letter to my older self
And I told him don't make friends
And do it all yourself
But he won't listen
He's busy making music for the sake of it
Too worried 'bout a buzz and what they'll think of it
He's just scared and unaware of what patience is
I'm tryna make amends 'cause I was crazy then
I be going through this again, through this again
Quit for a week and I drink again, I drink again
They flexing on their Instagram, their Instagram
Go ahead, ask me if I give a damn, I don't give a damn
'Cause I been tryna make it, make it, make it out
But I'm losing my patience, patience, patience now
There is no one that can save me, save me, save me now
I'm something like an angel with no halo now
[Verse 1]
And that's fuck up
Tough luck got me feeling like I'm losin' grip
Or who's to say, I'm used to the stupid shit
Fans say I'm on fire like my fuse is lit
But all these fake ass rappers got you convinced, uh
I'm feeling sea sick, no ocean
Like fuck a remix, it's that dough shit
Take my drink off the coast and I'm coastin'
I'm closest to really being me when this Patron hits
It so depending, got no potential
I go so demented when I hold this pencil
Like I wrote a letter to my older self
And I told him don't make friends
And do it all yourself
But he won't listen
He's busy making music for the sake of it
Too worried 'bout a buzz and what they'll think of it
He's just scared and unaware of what patience is
I'm tryna make amends 'cause I was crazy then
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