Released on October 31, 2025

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[Intro]

I still don't feel alright, I'm feeling well

Eyes red, and everybody can tell

Soulmate, I can never chance a sell

Eyed haven't shed in a long time

I fall asleep, and wake up in a flatline

I'm tryna live before I die (see, what)


[Verse 1]

I can't sleep, I can't eat

I'm still fried, don't look at me

My brains burnt, my momma said

I do these drugs, to understand (sorry Momma)

No demise, blood shot eyes

I don't even know what's left, or am I immortalized?

Lately, I've been seeing life courtside

Still holding on by the last line


[Interlude]

Contemplating, old hope, no go, now I'm faded

Too slow, I feel too gone to let go, but I'm too lazy

God wants me, dead or alive, I can feel it even if I tried maybe

But I ain't going, I ain't going, before I die

My nigga Kane got that pack right no-

Let's go


[Verse 2]

I'm still goin pop that pill

And live 'til the end of my life

I don't know who to trust no more

'Cause all I feel is spite

I'm jumping off them drugs

I need some E, I need some Sprite

I'm tryna pop me a tab, this bitch tryna be my damn-

What the fuc-, I'm rolling off this molly, I can't speak

What the fuc-, I don't see shit no more, I'm off a geek

What the fuc-, can only fuck that hoe if she a geek, ah

She don't want no love, she wanna geek up

Snail cup, I move slow as fuck

Slut girl, I like my hoes clean cut

Chop leave that boy bald like alopecia

I love sabotaging, I won't keep ya

Go to bed in Hermes sheets, yeah

I gotta disease, I gotta disease, I gotta disease

I love pink cups, I love dumb sluts

Got my heat tucked, you a whole cuck

Smoke a whole runt, she want these cold cuts

I'm too high up in this bitch, don't fuck with no one


[Outro]

Fucking with my gang, you get flipped over (yassuh)

If you fuck with my gang, you get flipped over (yassuh)

Before I die, I'm a put you on a poster

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