Lyrics: Stephen Faulker
Music: Stephen Faulker
Wake up, smoke up, get out of bed at two
I'm rude, I'm doing my best for you
It's bad, I'm sad and stuck on you
It's crazy but I think I miss your attitude
I'm standing in my ****ing Raf Simon's shoes
You're so damn mad I got money too
I'm sick of paranoia
Wrote it in a book with special little notes, oh-oh-oh
(Oh shit, a ghost!)
(Special little notes)
I don't really like you
You don't really like me (You don't really like me)
Get the thoughts out my head, I'm just tryna rip the pen
It's like every day when is it just gonna end
Head real low, I'm tryna get out of bed
Screen real dim but I still click send
Get the thoughts out my head, I'm just tryna rip the pen
It's like every day when is it just gonna end
All you wanted was beef when you say you're my friend
Say you wanted to die because I been dead
Wake up, smoke up, get out of bed at two
I'm rude, I'm doing my best for you
It's bad, I'm sad and stuck on you
It's crazy but I think I miss your attitude
I'm standing in my ****ing Raf Simon's shoes
You're so damn mad I got money too
I'm sick of paranoia
Wrote it in a book with special little notes, oh-oh-oh
(Oh shit, a ghost!)
(Special little notes)
I don't really like you
You don't really like me (You don't really like me)
Get the thoughts out my head, I'm just tryna rip the pen
It's like every day when is it just gonna end
Head real low, I'm tryna get out of bed
Screen real dim but I still click send
Get the thoughts out my head, I'm just tryna rip the pen
It's like every day when is it just gonna end
All you wanted was beef when you say you're my friend
Say you wanted to die because I been dead