Chorus (2nd):

Take all my fears, I’ll throw them to the sea

Making my magic’s a habit for me

Dream bout the sales, that shit’s so addicting

All eyes on me, happily, I will sing

I’m never gonna run away

So please, never run away

I beg you

Verse 1 (2nd):

Made a combined sum of 25 bucks overall

Tell myself I’m on the cusp, soon the hundreds will fall

I know it’s farfetched, but it’s better than the alternative

Always feel lower cuz my music isn’t earning it

Always feeling strained cuz I’m forcing it

Even making albums this fast, I could never get bored of it

I overflow ideas, melodies, and lyrics

17, it’s clearest that the music making art is dearest

You tear that shit away from me, 6 feet on your head

Without the music, I’m dead- grey skies got me seeing red

Monochrome

Chorus (2nd):

Take all my fears, I’ll throw them to the sea

Making my magic’s a habit for me

Dream bout the sales, that shit’s so addicting

All eyes on me, happily, I will sing

I’m never gonna run away

So please, never run away

I beg you

Verse 2 (certo1k);

You a bitch boy, 36k up on yo head like bitcoin

Your shawty wanna talk to me but she gon get ignored

Everybody watching me, ain't talking schizophrenia

You gon catch this pole if you think that I'm afraid of you

Popping shells like easter

Bitch I keep a heater

Pull up with the gang like where he go

Pull up with the pole, ain't at his nose

He mad as fuck

Cause he can't buck

I chop him up

And he get slumped

Pull up with the gang what's up, whats up

Sippin on lean that mud, that mud

Red codiene my blood, my blood

I gotta pole, bitch- run, forest, run

Red droptop in the AF1

He better run fast fo I grab my gun

Fo I get my gun, gun, gun, gun, gun

We was lil kids in the streets having fun

Chorus (2nd):

Take all my fears, I’ll throw them to the sea

Making my magic’s a habit for me

Dream bout the sales, that shit’s so addicting

All eyes on me, happily, I will sing

I’m never gonna run away

So please, never run away

I beg you

Verse 3 (2nd):

Took me 3 years, I ain’t giving shit up

Mother fuckers talking down to me ain’t live in my dusk

Been 3 years of people breaking my trust

Hypersexual, I’ll never satisfy my lust

Had flattened rage, never had a sage

Only thing I got now’s what’s on my page

Fuck all this pain, fuck expecatations

I’ll dive into my temptations

Make the best of the situation

Make sure that I stick

Even though it sickens me to see all this industry shit

Looking at it longingly, please use me too

Least then I’ll make a mil while I'm playing the fool