Oh my god, I’m under the tide

I’m the poster child for misjudgement

And I boast about my tropes and flaws

I’m cliffside, and I’m posted, bitch

On some shit

Told my dawg to quick hold the jib ‘cause I’m goin’ in

RIP to my lost friends

Yeah, I know one day I’ll be home again

I fucked up

Yeah, you know the drill

What else did you all expect, shit

At least I’m trying to be honest

Still, I’m stuck in this coma

Ay, I’m smoking some contaminant

Nasty, nauseous

You so fucking gorgeous

I need to recharge and shit

I don’t even hold out my hands when I’m falling

The minute I think I’m important

Life shows me I’m not shit

It can turn to torment

If you linger too much on shit

Bеgging, pardon

Weight fuckin' with my posture

I can’t do no cop out, fuck a [copper?]

I’m in my hеad, no lookout

Not a talker

B-b-b-aby I’m a downer

I’m a sad face

Baby, I’m a goner

Can’t get out my bad ways

Baby, I’m just a roamer

I got baggage

Throw out my composure

Break me off my balance

Baby, I’m a downer

I’m a sad face

Baby, I’m a goner

Can’t get out my bad ways

Baby, I’m a loner

I got baggage

Throw out my composure

Break me off my balance