[Verse 1: Sayla]

Click clock, they coming with cuffs in a tick tock

While your lip locked with that skank fuck

Poppin’ a couple mollys from the ziplock

You fake fuck, you fuck with the cops, or they fuck with you?

Cookin’ the rock, smoking that smog, you weak bitch what the fucks with you?

I don’t wanna be at your funeral, bruh

It’s time to get straight, get real, get rough, get dough

I’m done with faking I’m mr.nice and all

Giving advice and all, like I don’t vice at all

But man I’ll fight it all, like how you’ll fight it off

But man, you’re speeding in that whirlpool

Blame it on depression that comes with a condescending worldview

Asking the world to blow you, you trippin’

What happened to having a dream? Grey Goose sippin’

I miss you though I see you ‘cause the old you is missing

I’m gone

[Verse 2: Mr.Tears]

Doctor say I’m gonna drain all of my serotonin

And that’s the reason why I’m feeling depressed and I don’t know where I’m going

Suppose to be one pill, but I took another, took another

Suppose to be one deal, but I did another, killed another

Now I seem to be stuck in this life, can I put it pass me?

Truly I’m not doing well but nobody is asking

Used to have loads of friends, now they acting nasty

To get my next hit bruv, I’ve gots to be crafty

How can I like the world if the world don’t like me?

I know I can’t continue on living with this psyche

Used to have dreams and ambitions

Now I’m just looked down on, for the way I be living

Yea I’m kinda fucked up, but don’t tell me how to act

‘cause right now I’m gone, but one day I’ll be back

[Verse 3: Sayla]

This one’s for the good days

Wanted to be Franky like Buble

Guess we passed the due date, so we grew up – thank God

Thought I was doom but badaboom we went from screw ups to Van Gogh;

Or so I’d like to think

Avoid the ice we’ll never sink, we’ve paid the price

Inspire the young, they ain’t trying to bite

If I die tonight, remember me as the one that gave a fight

I never demanded might, just a man with a pen and a mic

Never was I always right, just gave a damn about my rights

And a youth well spent

See, we made all the mistakes so we won’t have to do them again

Heart blue-black again, debt factorin’

I mean if death’s absent today, I’d like to see you my friend

I’ve been here my friend, shit I’ve been you my friend

Chin up, I know just what the fuck you’ve been through my friend

It’s gone