(Ugh, yeah)
What can you say about a problem
When you are it
Stumbling to get up, but you keep on falling
(Ugh)
Can't stop talking, feels like word vomit
Knowing everything that you're saying
So toxic but
I've been around the world in these tattoos
Covered up scars that I didn't think I had to
Ran a million miles, feeling trapped like a vacuum
Thought that I was supposed to
Burn the bridges to the castle down
A lone wolf don't get jealous of the massive crowds
But got holes in my heart where they shot me down
A little love never hurt
But the trust is the work that's not fun
So the drug is to run berserk
I treat myself like a loaded gun
Lord only knows if I let it blow
I'm on the hunt or I'm on the run
My momma knows I'm a rolling stone
(Right, yeah)
Wherever I go I'ma make it known
(Yeah ugh)
If it's sticks and stones I'ma break the bone
(Yeah)
My souls melted
Only reason my pants aint falling is cause I'm Louis V belted
I can't help it
I've been running dead sprints
To create some comfortable distance
I ain't really stopped to think bout logistics
Bro put a phone on mystic
I watched the darkness unravel and mute the vibrance
I can't grant no wishes
But I'm feeling like I'm stuck in a bottle
I be crafting so many floats
Got a call from the tigress
On my worst I get carpel tunnel from squeezing the throttle
Catch a plate and I waddle
The bread go straight to my hips
I can't miss on no money with my reflexes and grip
Don't got dreams of the vip
I grab my backend and dip
Mesmerized by the holographic cerulean strip
Sweet surrender, almost got fender bender
From putting on cruise control and counting this legal tender
Nose bleeds since 300 session a bottom seeded contender
Margiela splinter
Cause I done kicked down the door when I entered
I treat myself like a loaded gun
Lord only knows if I let it blow
I'm on the hunt or I'm on the run
My momma knows I'm a rolling stone
(Right, yeah)
Wherever I go I'ma make it known
(Yeah ugh)
If it's sticks and stones I'ma break the bone