(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Kadoon on the)
Okay now I just hopped up out the portal got my hand up in the mason
Like a fuckin' Bildiburg now watch me face it
Ay (okay, okay, okay)
Now it's the young, baked, space cadet, okay
Leave the place in
Just a faint, mist of dank you can't locate him, ay
Okay, I rep that 978 508
Fuckin' 'round with my mind, in my state that fire rotate
I set the east on fire
When I got back from California, ay
Talking but I don't mind
Talking that shit but I don't know ya, ay yeah
Been through hell, my eyes tell you see it
If you don't believe me
Needed somebody, no one heard my pleading
Never did shakе did those demons
They with mе now, will be found
Will be with me 'til I'm leaving, ay
My cocoon just so scenic
I act a fool but I don't mean it, ay
Yeah I'm all alone
Still don't know why I hold
I don't wanna be loathing
But now you're on all your own
Yeah I'm all alone
Still don't know why I hold
I don't wanna be loathing
But now you're on all your own
Yeah, yeah, yeah
♪
Ay, ay
Fuck is a friend to me?
I've had a lot most are dead to me
Never hit me up
Leave it read, like you said you bled for me
Only care lately is the bread
I can't rest
Shit I never could sleep
See there's a disconnect?
Won't make no peace stay so misconcepted
But honestly wish I could go back
Pretend I don't miss a bit
I'm such a positive pessimist
They tried to put me on pills and shit
In my four room walls made a chrysalis
Fuck everybody that's it
Shit makes me sick
I hope that all of you know if I make
Just a penny of cent you ain't getting a bit
I use my songs to admit
Shit I would never admit
Old soul, cryogenically froze and thawed
In the back I be dosing off, I'm a ghost
All my foes, never crossed
This one here's for the lonely stoners
Filling holes in they heart with dope
Ay, can't confide in a soul
But, sick and tired or alone
Up, and out the portal
Kids just a ghost took the dose
My stricken soul
Y'all already know it's just the cold
I set to roll
Just take a step up in my home
Get second-stoned
Imma hit it like Tekken
Bitch I don't lack, no slack
Grinding like I'm Novac
Yeah, pack up a bowl pack
Still tryna get my throat back
All of that shit I don't act
Yeah I'm all alone
Still don't know why I hold
I don't wanna be loathing
But now you're on all your own