Lyrics: yycb/Cavin Ghost
Music: David Blake/yycb
I spend another day surfing on moral decay
I got mental disorder fake agendas in order
we go top down fancy ride
I get a feel like xanny five
when u let me lights out
I be blind, delusions in my mind
open stages at runway I just made it parade
light a js with Kanye he my cousin no yahweh
ruby in my body getting studio at rite aid
lucy with a ******* for the blue house party
you see me in a TV yycb in a Sydney or Berlin
flying like a frisbee always down for lean weed
tune gave me 60s dreams came true like a
wake up with streetlights come up
I miss our good old summer days
when was last time being sober
can't handle this shit I runaway
getting confused my vision is in 5d
like a high school kid with fake IDs
I be on a trip
oh we won't let u down anymore
anymore
anymore
not anymore
I be in dream like Kyrie
filling green and whip cream
die lit I dream like Carti
lotta red ink to spill
so it goes ya fall, love, suffer
home sweet home **** the phone call
how I know what the few of talk with u alive
I've been cry in a river now offense my knife
dreamer to one two beamer
how long take a time
you know the C A V I to N ****ing style
so what you gonna do
I like this κΏ