Nothing gives me joy
Like getting down on all fours with the boys
Drinking poison, making noise
And telling girls I'm self-employed
Rolling back my eyes
'Till they turn to dollar signs
Pass on and get revived
Ask the guys, "yo what's the vibe?"
Good god I thought I was a real one
Phony right now and I'm always gonna be one
Full LP stuck talking 'bout feelings
But off the wax, act like I don't feel none
Say "ok ok ok"
I know she could give a fuck about my feelings
But I'm just 'tryna get in where I fit in
That's prone in the back of the Chevy Tahoe Uber
XL manoeuvre through the Lincoln tunnel
I had an inkling, slightly, that she didn't even like me
That she wanted the Nike's and I'm kicking the stripeys
Say "ok-ok-ok"
I know she could give a fuck about my feelings
But I'm just 'tryna get in where I fit in
And I know that leaving towns a type of treason
But I can't stick around, I got no reason
I got no reason
No reason
I got no reason
No fucking reason
99942 Apophis still somewhere out there
She say he gon' come and get us
Said I'm well aware
Still complacent to the grave
My headstone gonna say
"R.I.P big L.U.K
Ok-ok-ok-ok-ok-ok-ok-ok"
I'm prone in the back of the Chevy Tahoe Uber
XL manoeuvre through the Lincoln tunnel
I had an inkling, slightly, that she didn't even like me
That she wanted the Nike's and I'm kicking the stripeys
Jesus Christ please
Can't you treat me nicely
"It's ok" that's what you said
What you said just wasn't right baby
I confess that I've been kinda on the fence
God forbid I take a sec
Just follow tongue and hold my breath
I guess I lost myself
Ok-ok-ok-ok-ok-ok
Think that I lost myself
Ok-ok-ok-ok-ok-ok