I don't wanna sound mad, I feel marvelous, I feel marvelous
I'm right back on the pills, don't give a f*ck about how I feel
When I'm back off um, yeah, when I'm back off um
Cause after I'll be here without you, so either way
I feel awful, yeah, I feel awful
Yo, I'm back up on these pills, even though I know you left me cause um
Cause since the day you dipped, I'm just sick and tired of feeling nothing
Trust this, this constant subtle buzzing doesn't sub as
The cuddles, love, or struggles, or how we mix them when we f*cking
Listen, listen, listen, the shit I kick is mad different
Tired of living how I get it, now I get it how I'm living
Trying to focus on my art, but I need a savior and a pharmacist
To save me from this dark abyss, that as of late my heart is in
The trouble with raw talent, trying to find a way to harness it
I don't panic, I just spark a spliff and burn down like an arsonist
Cause life ain't always easy as a self-doubting narcissist
But piece apart the bar I spit, a thesis from a Harvard kid
Motherf*ckers
I do this shit for real, I told them DB I do this for real
Bring that hook back
I'm right back on the pills, don't give a f*ck about how I feel
When I'm back off um, yeah, when I'm back off um
Cause after I'll be here without you, so either way
I feel awful, yeah, I feel awful
I'm mixing Xannies and Perks, they got me acting out like Golden Globes
Compose, opposing, flows, combining molten bars and frozen flows
Should've took a lower dose, I'm blanking out, comatose
I better introduce myself before I f*cking overdose
Who the f*ck is EakDaFreak? Oh, you mean that new scrub
That kid who never grew up, who dropped on track and blew up
He's such a f*cking nissance, heard all he does is screw sluts and do drugs
Have you heard his f*cking new stuff, ugh
My crew be stupid, goofy, roofing roofies while on acid trips
Constantly catching flack for the tracks that I stay snapping at
Y'all chasing clout on purpose, watch me catch this shit on accident
Rappers claim they woke but couldn't quote a line of Tacitus
You flow as hard as flaccid dicks, your critique of me is analogous
To a comic of Muhammad, condemning Ramadan is sacrilegious
Stop how I'm a god now, to diss me would be blasphemous
And flow so dope you hoes could overdose on half a gram of this
I'm right back on the pills, don't give a f*ck about how I feel
When I'm back off um, yeah, when I'm back off um
Cause after I'll be here without you, so either way
I feel awful, yeah, I feel awful