[Verse 1: Dahm.]

Good head all of y’all clown

But I love her from the top down

Steady drowning in all gold, old soul feel like pac now

Homie pop another rock now

Gonna rep my Chrysler til it’s drop down

With the big rims, new shock mounts

You wanna test me? boy, not now

Take your girl and let the homies what?

Trainspotting like I’m Obi Wan

Starting to feel like a chosen one

If I let her hit then she oh me bruh

I’m a pop star with the coldest soul

Man, everybody acting like they know me though

But I miss the bull like a rodeo

Like a matador doing do-si-dos, oh damn

I got my leg left hanging out the window of the whip-it with the seat reclined, yuh

Laid back but you better know that imma come and take if it’s mine, yuh

Bragging, trap rapping, get ass have

But I’m the finest by design, yuh

Close your eyes, let me paint a thousand pictures for you one word at a time, yuh

[Hook: Dahm.]

I was in love

At least it felt like I was

I done been through it once

Can’t do that again

Life is means to an end

Like this means you a friend

Tryna keep you out of my head

I was in love

[Verse 2: colliding with mars]

Yeah, oh yeah what’s really good?

I’m the hottest motherfucker in my neighborhood

Okay I stole that line from Ritchie but it’s prolly true

Because half y'all bitches always wish you could do what I do, yuh

Fuckin around and get loose, yuh

Fuck outta here

I’m the oddest to do it double

While you still inside a bubble

I’m sorry I can’t be humble

Talk down on me you’re in trouble

And when you see my face you never say shit

It’s always how are you how was your day bitch

But to tell you the truth

I want you to know

I am not coming back

Look into my eyes

I am not coming back

[Verse 3: love-sadKiD]

That’s right i’m

I-G-N-A-N-T

Medium T's

DMTs that’s ASAP

Running with the mic

Another gunner in the fight

And yeah i’m gunner in the life I think I might’ve done lost it

Fire in the faucet, might be a flamethrower

You can wear a vest I’ll take a chance and try to aim lower

That’s 2 shots and a broken kneecap

You don’t pay bills, why the fuck you need that?

Always on the gram tryna flex the whip game

I just make traps move your fucking seat back

I just make tracks tryna blow the roof off

Lace up baby lotion niggas acting too soft

Boasting, half these rappers acting like Usopp

Who fighting? Throw two lefts leave you too wrong

[Hook: Dahm.]

I was in love

At least it felt like I was

I done been through it once

Can’t do that again

Life is means to an end

Like this means you a friend

Tryna keep you out of my head

I was in love