[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—