[Verse]

Stargazing

Quiet even though my heart's racing

South Beach, right around Art Basel

Wonder when things gon' start changing

I need Obama back

I feel like I need a trauma pack

For my psyche I might need a hollow tip

Shorty calling, I might need to call her back

I see all of y'all asking the same thing

What is life for a nigga like me?

Everybody wanna be the friend that I want

But don't nobody wanna be the friend that I need

Everybody tryna see end of my peace

But ain't nobody tryna see the end of my piece

Maybe fake shit was the lesson I need

Maybe tryna face shit was a better idea (Maybe not)

But I don't know

Whole world made a nigga monotone

Then wanna judge me off the cover of my novel so

I just deal with it

Next week I might feel different

Talk shit, might be real friction

Been that way for a lil' minute, so

What I'ma do?

Blood on my shoes

Blood on my blood

Blood in the booth

Blood in my cup

Blood in my roots

Blood in my love

Blood in my fruit

Too much of anything is dangerous

Two cups of Henny please the pain with us

New Chucks can never ease the pain, brother

New love don't ever feel the same, does it? Damn

I don't fuck with a lot of people I grew up with

I was on the grind, they was on some dumb shit

I was on the dime, they was on some dub shit

I don't wanna rhyme when I'm off the substance

I just wanna find something I can fuck with

I just want a sign that I'm not up out my mind

'Cause I'm all about my grind, I can't watch the sunset

People tryna sleep on me, it feel like

I'm living in prison in real life

I think about ending it, still might

A little percent of me see the bitch in your energy

And a little percent of me feel like

There ain't no karma

So why I'm so amazed when it ain't no honor

Code but I feel the same, boy, I ain't no father

Sun down

(You already know what the fuck goin' on)

Sun down

(It's no threat, bitch)

Sun down

(Ain't no motherfuckin' threat, not now or ever)

Yeah, sun down

(Fuck out here if you ain't rappin', you know what the fuck goin' on)

Yeah

(Red X on my skin, nigga, this war paint, bitch)