I’ll be 20 next year, but I dress like I’m old Sitting down, 12 hours, I could swear I’m growing mold Kraft macaroni, cooking up on the stove I got nowhere else to be, but I’ll say I gotta go (Gotta go) Every time she tells me I should stay some more (Stay some more) I’on see no drugs so fuck it gotta go (Gotta go) Gotta go, gotta go, I gotta go Not a single hour lately, I don’t wanna roll Not a single meal, I wouldn’t finish with a smoke Never touch a bogie, and I put that on my soul But I light so many woods, it’s like a bought a pack of smokes (Like I bought a pack of Belmonts, yeah) Like I bought a pack of Newports Living life like it’s a crash course Living life like there’s a second try I know you will but I don’t think I’ll die So I’m giving everything a try Where’d you get it and how much it cost? How much of it cause an overdose? I don’t wanna die, but I’ll get close (Bitch, I’ll get close) How much of it gonna numb my soul? Intense emotion make me curl my toes Fuck love, I feel it getting old (Fuck love, I feel it getting old)
Guccihighwaters I’ll be 20 next year, but I feel like I’m dead I look like I’m 12, and my hair is a mess Flip the stack just like a tech deck I ain’t smokin’ gas, but if I did it would be septic I’m fuckin ballin’, they tryna intercept it They just get crossed up like an intersection Y’all my sons, like I broke the contraceptive She lackin’ vitamin D, so she swallowed my erection Must be my aesthetic Shawty gimme neck But it feel like anesthetic I can’t feel my chest shit My heart beatin’ fast Think it’s cardiac arrest bitch Woah, big words, I think I need a dictionary Words inducing images, but this ain’t Pictionary Write in the morning, record in the evening Day in the life, but I breathe for no reason By the way girl, I gotta go I just get inspired from the feeling of your throat Plus it’s cold out I think I see some snow Hopefully, it sticks so I can stay inside alone But
How much of it gonna numb my soul? Intense emotion make me curl my toes