Released on July 7, 2019

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[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