I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn
Existential crisis, I don't get what life is
I'm so indecisive, I pick all the vices
No one like us 'cause there's
No one like us no, we not gon' dap you
Not even before the virus
Got my phone on silent
No more talkin' to thots
I keep runnin' up the score
You keep watchin' the clock
Got some money off a tour
I keep that locked in a box
I don't know how much is in there
But I know it's a lot
I don't trust the government so I
Don't f*ck with the cops
I been on some other shit
And you've been stuck in the spot
Only see my brother, shit
He know that shit 'bout to pop
If I don't know you bitch
I don't care if you like it or not
I might die by the game
'least I live by a code
Play the hand that I got
Bet the pot and you fold
You got everything you want except
The soul that you sold
Oh my God he ice cold, yeah
My heart à la mode, ayy
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn
ID crisis, why am I like this?
I don't know they got us
On my drivers license
If I flipped the description
I fit the disguises
Hey whatchu hiding with that
Profile on private? Look, red in my iris
Read our flights off the mileage
Know my tea not designer
But my coffee is Irish
I got bags under my eyelids
I'm not tryna be stylish
I want that Tesla just so
I could drink and drive, autopilot
This whole industry grimy
Everyday they remind me
You gotta sell-out to sell out but
You can't get nothing by me
I think the devil inside me
Praise the Allah almighty
Maybe God is just a kid from the '90s, hmm
Ayy
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn
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I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn
Existential crisis, I don't get what life is
I'm so indecisive, I pick all the vices
No one like us 'cause there's
No one like us no, we not gon' dap you
Not even before the virus
Got my phone on silent
No more talkin' to thots
I keep runnin' up the score
You keep watchin' the clock
Got some money off a tour
I keep that locked in a box
I don't know how much is in there
But I know it's a lot
I don't trust the government so I
Don't f*ck with the cops
I been on some other shit
And you've been stuck in the spot
Only see my brother, shit
He know that shit 'bout to pop
If I don't know you bitch
I don't care if you like it or not
I might die by the game
'least I live by a code
Play the hand that I got
Bet the pot and you fold
You got everything you want except
The soul that you sold
Oh my God he ice cold, yeah
My heart à la mode, ayy
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn
ID crisis, why am I like this?
I don't know they got us
On my drivers license
If I flipped the description
I fit the disguises
Hey whatchu hiding with that
Profile on private? Look, red in my iris
Read our flights off the mileage
Know my tea not designer
But my coffee is Irish
I got bags under my eyelids
I'm not tryna be stylish
I want that Tesla just so
I could drink and drive, autopilot
This whole industry grimy
Everyday they remind me
You gotta sell-out to sell out but
You can't get nothing by me
I think the devil inside me
Praise the Allah almighty
Maybe God is just a kid from the '90s, hmm
Ayy
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn
Existential crisis, I don't get what life is
I'm so indecisive, I pick all the vices
No one like us 'cause there's
No one like us no, we not gon' dap you
Not even before the virus
Got my phone on silent
No more talkin' to thots
I keep runnin' up the score
You keep watchin' the clock
Got some money off a tour
I keep that locked in a box
I don't know how much is in there
But I know it's a lot
I don't trust the government so I
Don't f*ck with the cops
I been on some other shit
And you've been stuck in the spot
Only see my brother, shit
He know that shit 'bout to pop
If I don't know you bitch
I don't care if you like it or not
I might die by the game
'least I live by a code
Play the hand that I got
Bet the pot and you fold
You got everything you want except
The soul that you sold
Oh my God he ice cold, yeah
My heart à la mode, ayy
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn
ID crisis, why am I like this?
I don't know they got us
On my drivers license
If I flipped the description
I fit the disguises
Hey whatchu hiding with that
Profile on private? Look, red in my iris
Read our flights off the mileage
Know my tea not designer
But my coffee is Irish
I got bags under my eyelids
I'm not tryna be stylish
I want that Tesla just so
I could drink and drive, autopilot
This whole industry grimy
Everyday they remind me
You gotta sell-out to sell out but
You can't get nothing by me
I think the devil inside me
Praise the Allah almighty
Maybe God is just a kid from the '90s, hmm
Ayy
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn, hmm, yeah
I'm not sure who I am, off of 30 Vyvanse
Look how dirty my hands
I'm not sure who I am oh goddamn