[Intro: V the Artist]

I been on a search for the source of my happiness

Not feeling like I’m making progress so then let’s begin

The anger I got, piping hot, singeing hairs off my skin

Ignoring all these people who wanna just see me win

Cuz my mental won’t allow me to go out and fake a grin

Only remedy I got is give records a spin

[Verse 1: V the Artist]

I got a Polo cashmere sweater, a hidden vendetta

She ain’t really fuck wit me but I guess it’s for the better

I been seeing signs, knowing that my fantasy a setup

So I rip 'em down, hoping at the end is whеre I end up

I been manic now, evеrything around me got me fed up

Wanna hang myself, maybe I just need a fuckin hug

I know I want to get high so I’m calling the fucking plug

Like --- where you at man? I need some fucking Runtz

To get me out the rut I’m in, I blow down a couple blunts

Helps me deal with shit that brings upon all of the disgust

I tried to be on Prozac, I was up til like 4 sum

Every single day was dragging out like a COVID summer

I write what’s in my heart, don’t give a fuck who fucking wit it

Feel like Cole, that’s my idol, I been bumpin' him since a youngin

Living check to check, my pipe dreams are steady becoming

Attainable, as long as I manage to keep good graces

Everybody’s burdened with a bad day, good gracious

But mine seem more often and less ostentatious

[Verse 2: The Nait Sirk]

Yeah

Nait Sirk, yessir

Rolling, strolling

Pulling bowls and

Eating good, i’m full and

Reaching till I pull in

Cream and I be touring

Don’t need expensive foreign

Sativa got that orange

Make beats on the Roland

Floor seats, they be roaring

Fake ones with the bad advice

Make me scratch my head, lice

Nait Sirk cooler than some ice

Laser beam, 360, snipe

I do it on my own like LeBron in ‘16

Please don’t hit my phone with that, "I hope you miss me"

Prefer to be alone when I’m smokin' on this tree

Skills, trynna hone, no time for reminiscing

Break it up, till it’s kief

Breakin’ up, every week

Lace it up, that’s my heat

Face it up, she gon’ leave

Takin’ off, soon as I got green

Fakin’ love, they forgot me

Try and make it up when I’m up, that’s that fake fake love

Cuz I remember when you ain't say, "What's up?"