[Verse 1: prod. by Rilès]
Where should I start?
Or where should I go?
To every demon inside my head who want my downfall
Like I predicted everything every since that album
Well, the past is over, I need me to freaking move on
I ain’t a novice, you might see me as past in your lane
Just 'cause I didn’t do numbers
Don’t mean I can’t son the game
Shoutout to Seb who started the fire 'cause it’s really real
I’d rather burn out than being somebody I didn’t mean to
[Bridge 1]
"Why are you losing so many followers now?
Like... what’s happening?
52 songs this year, yet you’re still fading away!
‘Cause... nobody listens to you anymore!
You should’ve killed yourself after your 1st album!"
[Verse 2: prod. by Rilès & AG Wavy]
I swear to god, it’s a phase, I’ll be back on my bullshit
I swear to mama, they’re blocking my songs every time
Fifty-two tracks to get out my deal, it’s obnoxious
Fours years of panic made me wanna quit every time
Get up, get real, take risks
I quit them drugs, God Bless, 2020 I’m faded
Twenty-four seven I’m tripping
Didn’t want to leave my city, shit I need to make it
I’m signed in the US for a mili, what the fuck I’m doing in L.A.?
Losing myself, man I hate it
Maybe you’re right, I should’ve done it
Where should I start?
Or where should I go?
To every demon inside my head who want my downfall
Like I predicted everything every since that album
Well, the past is over, I need me to freaking move on
I ain’t a novice, you might see me as past in your lane
Just 'cause I didn’t do numbers
Don’t mean I can’t son the game
Shoutout to Seb who started the fire 'cause it’s really real
I’d rather burn out than being somebody I didn’t mean to
[Bridge 1]
"Why are you losing so many followers now?
Like... what’s happening?
52 songs this year, yet you’re still fading away!
‘Cause... nobody listens to you anymore!
You should’ve killed yourself after your 1st album!"
[Verse 2: prod. by Rilès & AG Wavy]
I swear to god, it’s a phase, I’ll be back on my bullshit
I swear to mama, they’re blocking my songs every time
Fifty-two tracks to get out my deal, it’s obnoxious
Fours years of panic made me wanna quit every time
Get up, get real, take risks
I quit them drugs, God Bless, 2020 I’m faded
Twenty-four seven I’m tripping
Didn’t want to leave my city, shit I need to make it
I’m signed in the US for a mili, what the fuck I’m doing in L.A.?
Losing myself, man I hate it
Maybe you’re right, I should’ve done it
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