Sweat in my pores, reception is pour
2 bars and now I'm reachin for the lead in the drawer
Stressed to my core, wishin I was dead on the floor
Forever a corpse, since metro was beggin for more
Blocked numbers, do not wonder who they are
(Hello?) ghostboy this shit all part of a seance
Nightcrawlin, the day gone
Lavender Town I may haunt
Sad nigga, still quick to steal your girl like I'm Trey Songz
New phone, who dis? I dream lucid
Girl I can't do this, you got loose lips
And I'm just lowkey like I copped new bricks
You ain't got killers, you shot news clips
Stuck in the age of dial-up, I know life has a timer but
I'm just tired of lyin on my side waitin til time is up
What in life is desirous, does god even desire us