Released on May 5, 2021

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[Intro: Surf]

I love you, Balmain

Love promises (Our way is not our way)

When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', When I get drunk, I feel like dyin' (I'm telling it to you, dyin')

When I get drunk, I feel like dyin'


[Chorus: Surf]

I'm goin' industry now

All of these niggas my enemies now

All of these hoes is into me now

Designer, my clothes, they fittin' me now

My bitch in her head, she fillin' me out

The thots in my phone, they feelin' me now

The thoughts in my head, they killin' me now

I miss her, I guess she missin' me now


[Post-Chorus: Surf]

Missin' my mama, I treat her like Donda

Beat up the block, I'ma treat it like Ronda

Kick the bitch out of the crib like soccer

Trigger too hairy, it feel like Chewbacca

I put all the pain in drugs and music

Sometimes I wonder why I bother

Sometimes I wonder why I'm alive

Can't find myself, don't got no genre


[Verse: Surf]

Damn, I gotta kill for survival (Damn)

They wanna put me back in an asylum (Yeah)

They put me on pills and said I was wildin' (Yeah, oh)

Do what I want, don't got no guidance (On God)

She eatin' me up, she treat me like Trident (On God)

I'm sippin' on vodka, might get violent (On God)

I stayed in the trap, feel like Bin Laden (On God)

I fuck with the office, I win like Biden

Yeah, I'm an american psycho

Pray to the Bible, I'm not an idol

So many lasers, built like a light show

So much paper, won't fit my bifold

I leave him dead on arrival, why would I show any mercy to rivals? (I love you, Balmain)

I'll make an unknown bitch my bridal

Don't wanna sip no lean, don't like it (It's the real [?], bitch)


[Chorus: Surf]

I'm goin' industry now

All of these niggas my enemies now

All of these hoes is into me now

Designer, my clothes, they fittin' me now

My bitch in her head, she fillin' me out

The thots in my phone, they feelin' me now

The thoughts in my head, they killin' me now

I miss her, I guess she missin' me now


[Post-Chorus: Surf]

Missin' my mama, I treat her like Donda

Beat up the block, I'ma treat it like Ronda

Kick the bitch out of the crib like soccer

Trigger too hairy, it feel like Chewbacca

My bitch exotic, I'm smokin' exotic

My wrist too heavy, it's flooded with diamonds

Don't call my phone, I put it on silent

When I get drunk, I feel like dyin'


[Outro: Surf]

When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', when I get drunk, I feel like dyin' (Dying)

When I get drunk, I feel like dyin', (Dying)