[HOOK]
I feel like shit, but the chain still lit,
walk in this bitch like click-click-click,
new phone buzzin’, I ain’t readin’ my DMs,
might crash my whole life and livestream the BM.
I feel like shit, but the bass still knock,
black mask on with the face ID locked,
if ’27 get worse, I’ma lose my grip,
then laugh in the mirror like, “Damn, that’s sick.”
[VERSE 1]
Pardon my absence, I been dodgin’ the static,
half my brain in a casket, half still countin’ the cabbage,
I ain’t famous, I’m a hazard with a password habit,
post a fit, delete the app, come back talkin’ dramatic.
I feel like Britney with the clippers in traffic,
Gucci fresh out, but my mood still savage,
boss called twice, I let it ring through the mattress,
I been standin’ on business, but the business got taxes.
Swoup came through with the trunk full of thunder,
black hoodie heavy like I slept under numbers,
everybody “you good?” — nah, I’m wonderfully busted,
smilin’ in the function like the cameras ain’t trusted.
Might buy a new whip just to park it crooked,
might write “I’m okay” where the police lookin’,
might text my ex, “hope you proud of the villain,”
then block the whole city and go ghost for a minute.
[PRE-HOOK]
Take all my money, take all my pride,
take my blue check, take my bad advice,
take these fake friends with the handshake lies,
I been up three days tryna feel alive.
[HOOK]
I feel like shit, but the chain still lit,
walk in this bitch like click-click-click,
new phone buzzin’, I ain’t readin’ my DMs,
might crash my whole life and livestream the BM.
I feel like shit, but the bass still knock,
black mask on with the face ID locked,
if ’27 get worse, I’ma lose my grip,
then laugh in the mirror like, “Damn, that’s sick.”
[VERSE 2]
What’s wrong with me? Don’t ask that twice,
I got jokes for the pain and a bag full of dice,
whole crew outside like a televised riot,
I been too damn loud for a man movin’ quiet.
I don’t trust humans, I trust bad timing,
trust gas station coffee and a phone screen shining,
trust one more night with the drums all violent,
trust God heard me, but he left me on silent.
They want a viral hit, tell ’em dance to my downfall,
two-step, crash out, wake up in a south wall,
shorty said “heal,” I said “how with these scars, dawg?”
Then laughed so hard that the tears almost got caught.
Soul sold shortly like a treasury slip,
signature crooked with a Hennessy drip,
I ain’t broke, I’m just rich in bad decisions,
masked up, mad numb, still hittin’ precision.
[BRIDGE]
I’m not okay, but the hook too clean,
burnt out star in a blacked-out dream,
if I fall apart, better film that scene,
tell TMZ I need better lighting.
[FINAL HOOK]
I feel like shit, but the chain still lit,
walk in this bitch like click-click-click,
new phone buzzin’, I ain’t readin’ my DMs,
might crash my whole life and livestream the BM.
I feel like shit, but the bass still knock,
black mask on with the face ID locked,
if ’27 get worse, I’ma lose my grip,
then laugh in the mirror l
izayah
