[Verse 1: Seba Da Thurd]
Attitude of a fucking megalomaniac
Thinking 'bout the belt or the wrists where my brains at?
Cigarette smoke always clouding clear judgement
Man I'm smoking all the green like a dutchman
[Verse 2: DROOPY]
Fuck the world you're not anything
I've been seeing different
I've been eating vegetarian
I guess it's time again
Will you miss me then?
No? I guess I'm arrogant
I power through the flowerbed
Complacent with the police
That's what mama said
[Verse 3: Seba Da Thurd]
Papa told me you getting no where with this rap shit
Mama told me that I need to get a job quick
Doubled down on the gin please, see if I make it big
See if I benefit, I’m in need of a therapist
[Verse 4: DROOPY]
It's a riddle, I'm cryptic while I belittle this
Underground rappers just bragging about your reading lists
And if you're reading this, i guess you're too late
Bookmarking my Sartre, nothingness is still everyday
[Chorus: Seba Da Thurd & DROOPY]
Do you really know me? If you say so, say so, 'cause I've been changing every single day bro, day bro
'Cause do you really know me? If you say so, say so, 'cause I've been changing every single, I've been changing every single
Do you really know me? If you say so, say so, 'cause I've been changing every single day bro, day bro
Do you really know me? If you say so, say so, 'cause I've been changing every single day bro, day bro
[Verse 5: Seba Da Thurd]
My reality is insecurity, you seem so uppity?
Can't get you off my eyelids, so what the fuck is up with me?
I struggle with you its hard to face it, guess you're on my mind on a daily basis
You won’t be with me so fuck it i’ll stay wasted, even though you're so goddamn flirtatious
[Chorus: Seba Da Thurd & DROOPY]
Do you really know me? If you say so, say so, 'cause I've been changing every single day bro, day bro
'Cause do you really know me? If you say so, say so, 'cause I've been changing every single day bro, day bro
[Verse 6: DROOPY]
Depressive lines, off the phone screen
Fifty dollars rolled up, act like that's the old me
Seba one through three, just the rhymes we making
Sad boy shit, yeah that's the new pop sensation!
[Refrain: Seba Da Thurd]
Dick like a racist
I'mma be wasted
Out up in Vegas
Dick like a racist
Bitch you kinda basic
I'm kind've faceless
I hate your [?]
All up with your graciousness