Released on January 2, 2025

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[Chorus]

Prada on my jeans, I cannot feel for real (For real)

They just a fake for real

Prada on my jeans, nothing been real, for real

All this whole shit got me

Fucked up, I been meditating, meditating

Fucked up, I ain't ready for it, ready for it

Round up all the stacks I'm making, stacks I'm making

Round up, I been praying, mourning, praying, mourning

Give me one more shot

I'ma make it, yuh

Give me one mo-mo-more shot

I'ma make it, yuh


[Verse 1]

Where you at like what you want like what (What, what, what)

Why you tryna link up, what the fuck? (Fuck, fuck, fuck)

I been trying, I been really stuck (Stuck, stuck, stuck)

I been trying, I been really high

I been looking at myself, I think I'm high

I been stuck inside my mind, I don't know why

I been tryna fix myself, but now I'm high

One more shot, I'm dead

It was in my head

Onе more shot, I'm dead

I'ma crash, I'm—


[Chorus]

Prada on my jeans, I cannot feel for rеal (For real)

They just a fake for real

Prada on my jeans, nothing been real, for real

All this whole shit got me

Fucked up, I been meditating, meditating

Fucked up, I ain't ready for it, ready for it

Round up all the stacks I'm making, stacks I'm making

Round up, I been praying, mourning, praying, mourning


[Verse 2]

I don't know how to feel (I don't know how to feel)

Please, just let me just heal (Please, just let me just heal)

I been trapped, I been sealed (I been trapped, I been sealed)

I been trapped, I been (Sealed, I been)

Goddamn

I don't know what to say, looking pale

Looking back, I was telling these tales

I was looking at friends, no avail

I wanna go back, give me heart attack

I'm tryna get better, then no going back

No one got my back, I'm tryna stay tact

I'm tryna get better, I'm tryna get, I'm tryna get back


[Chorus]

Prada on my jeans, I cannot feel for real (For real)

They just a fake for real

Prada on my jeans, nothing been real, for real

All this whole shit got me

Fucked up, I been meditating, meditating

Fucked up, I ain't ready for it, ready for it

Round up all the stacks I'm making, stacks I'm making

Round up, I been praying, mourning, praying, mourning