[Hook: yesterday]
Where the fuck are my friends at?
Don't bother hitting me up, I'm busy anyway
Where the fuck is my girl at?
100 miles away exploring every frat
Getting dubbed like it's payback
For all the fucked up shit
That I can't even admit
I don't care I'm just anxious
We got some plans to be famous

[Verse 1: yesterday]
I don't know if I can take this
Money good, but the paper faceless
I'm so useless, didn't choose this
Feeling clueless, send me cute pics
Like you used to
Got a new life
That I'm getting used to
Drunk in my room
Like I'm Free Throw
In the back row
With my hopes up
And my head down low
Man I'm stressed out
Getting aquainted with all of my thoughts
Hoping I'll turn out to be who I'm not
Grabbing a knife just to cut out the coms
My heart in the fridge where I ice out my head
My brain is a mess, I'd be better off dead
Can't fight up the courge to end my own life
But find out the futures got reasons to live
I cannot go, but I wanna bail
Burried in woes, to sorrow I hail
I drink from the veil just to swallow my tongue
Maybe I'll join up the 2-7 club, yeah
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