Released on March 29, 2024

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[Intro: Beabadoobee]

Um, I want them to feel less alone with their feelings

Um, understand that things that happen in real life, happen for a reason

And make you become the person you are today

Um, and sonically, I just wanted it to feel like a massive trip

So, if they felt like they came out of it feeling like they were in some sort of lucid dream, then I did my job


[Verse: yuke]

Real goth baby, don't get it fucked up, ayy

I was ridin' 'round, niggas wasn't in the cut

Who gon' help yuke when he down on his luck? (karakuli)

Nobody lookin' out for me, I look up at the doves

Hold on, baby, I don't think you gеt it, where you goin'?

Niggas can't cap and say yuke not flowin'

And I'm tryna hit thе shows, tryna be out tourin'

And I don't really give a fuck 'bout you or your whorin'

You can stay up on that 'Gram with that petty-ass shit, ayy

I don't give a fuck, ho, bitch, slit wrist, yeah

Never gave a shit, ayy, you never gave a fuck

And I might just run down on that nigga and show him what's up

Nigga know he smokin' bullshit with that skinny-ass blunt

If I walk up in your crib and I caught you, then you done, ayy

Bitch, don't run, yeah, I'm not one of them ones, ayy

I'm not nobody son, ayy, put respect on my name, that's all I want


[Bridge: yuke]

Gas in my lungs, I've been boofin' on this blunt

Cryin' in my room while I'm starin' at the sun

Smokin' since a jit, so my lungs turned numb

She just stabbed me in the back, I'm lookin' at her stunned, ayy

Bitch had me lookin' stupid, sayin' she the one, ayy

Thought you was my bro, nigga, had me sayin' mud, ayy

Sleepless nights, I might pour me up some mud, ayy, ayy

Sleepless nights, I might—


[Outro: yuke]

I don't give a fuck, ho, bitch, slit wrist, yeah

Never gave a shit, ayy, you never gave a fuck

And I might just run down on that nigga and show him what's up

Nigga know he smokin' bullshit with that skinny-ass blunt

If I walk up in your crib and I caught you, then you done, ayy

Bitch, don't run, yeah, I'm not one of them ones, ayy

I'm not nobody son, ayy, put respect on my name, that's all I want

Gas in my lungs, I've been boofin' on this blunt

Cryin' in my room while I'm starin' at the sun (trap finesse cult)

Smokin' since a jit, so my lungs turned numb

She just stabbed me in the back—