(Let's go)
(La la la, La la la)
Post my shit with my cover art on, to get plays and clicks buddy you just stealing songs, ah
(La la, La la)
Can't you be original, everybody's critical
If you keep on going it's gon' end up in your funeral
(Ooh, ooh)
(La la la, La la la)
PTSD from the people i've met
So many fake individuals i could never forget, uh
(La la, La)
I got trauma, pissing off so many motherf*ckers
I might off 'em
Kill that little faggot in my comments imma pop him
(Ha, ha, ahh, ahh)
Yeah, they tryna exploit me
Walking like a zombie
All these bitches on me
Tryna gain clout off me
F*ck what you want, got my legs real wonky
And i'm sick up in the head
I'm off my psychotic meds
Everybody is a fed
And i'm sick up in the head
I'm off my psychotic meds
Everybody is a fed
(Let's go)
(La la la, La la la)
Disassociating every day and it's a mess
Got some f*cked up genes, now i'm always in my head
(Always in my head)
I can not explain what it is, i just know
And i'm scared cause i feel like i'll end up on my own
(Ha, ha, ahh, ahh)
(Let's go)
(La la la, La la la)