I ain't tryna be out here like that;

Put me in a body bag—

I'm dead, I'm dead

I'm debt free in an hour or three,

That's

4-15's

Adds up;

get my bag,

get my bag up

I'm dead

I'm dead;

Woke up on the long side of bed, like

Damn, that's a long fall

Man on a long call

It's a feat, just to feast

Didn't eat for a week—

Or a weekend,

Jesús knows who SUPACREE is

But not me

But not me;

I'm dead

I'm left on Read

By the readhesd dead head;

Woke up on the long side of bed,

With a song in my head,

And a phone in my hands, like

Oh, god, I'm blessed—

Oh god, I said

I'm blessed

Woke up on the long side of bed,

And I'm on my way to Heaven,

I'm dead,

—-

Sorry for calling so late;

I just had to say this:

I don't hate you,

I just had to make it, straight up

Probably shouldn't say shit,

But—

It's it's another day in LA

And it doesn't go away,

So,

I guess I better stay put

And wait,

With my legs shut

Baby,

I know you probably hate me,

I don't blame you

I just came to change things,

Then fade away

Then fade away

—then fade away

Like the days in LA fade to night

In the blink of an eye

And I'm dying, without you

But have you

Had to

Wonder why the sky's blue

Like I wish my eyes were—?

I'm so tired,

Baby,

I just want to find you,

In the cycle

Probably gotta die first

Just another night I'm

Short on time

Like always,

Almost just another day in LA

I should just

Fade away

Fade away

I guess you probably hate me

I should just fade

I should probably hate you

Phase two

—-

I just spent an hour and a half

On a sandwhich

Damn,

But I'm tryna win a Grammy

I'm tryna win a Grammy

I picked up 7 songs on spring street

But I wrote at least three

Just another shift,

On some shit

Bout to get paid next week

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