Think of Me... Video (MV)

I'm a misfit, Jonah Takalua
I don't f*ck with you
Sloshed and I'm blunted too
Your stash I'll be running through
Like its Sin City
Death be calling, guess I've been busy
I don't give a f*ck what they think of me

Sipping bourbon like it's cola
Back in Sin City I was surfing sofas
Sipping brown smoking purple doja
Moon rocks burning boulders
And when my verse is over
They know this goon shit continues
And all the shit I've been through
And I've been hella sinful
So much that begin to, start getting paranoid at night
Like why am I here, whats the point of life
Trying to find this voice of mine
But its all up in my head tho, f*cking with mental
Back in the day was such a klepto with endo
Got em f*ck! like.. where did my sesh go
They ways never impressed most
Sorry gotta jet bro, back to Valleys or the Cape
They selling OD like where do my friends go
Shit I popped a few xannies in my daze (Days)
Now its R.I.P on headstones
Seen some shit that I might carry to the grave
And all the tragedies I faced
F*ck it I'm just happy to wake
And I'm just happy to be away, from all the nightclubs
That are open till early mornings that had me snorting all the white bumps
Like try some, let my mind run then I'm NUMB
Like call me when my time comes
Them demons I wont hide from

I'm a misfit, Jonah Takalua
I don't f*ck with you
Sloshed and I'm blunted too
Your stash I'll be running through
Like its Sin City
Death be calling, guess I've been busy
I don't give a f*ck what they think of me

97 till infinity, such a soul of mischief
And I only roll wit misfit, if its fame or infamy
It's still f*ck what u think of me
I could do this shit in my sleep, but don't wanna go out like lil Peep
Go ahead and riddle me
I feel like pun in the middle of little Italy
Splitting green, get your cut like a guillotine
I had lay off the ketamine, I was such a misery
Run thru beats like a killing spree
They selling OD like where do my friends go
Fentanyl or benzo
Take this trip to the end zone
They selling OD like where do my friends go
Fentanyl or benzo
Follow me to the end zone

I'm a misfit, Jonah Takalua
I don't f*ck with you
Sloshed and I'm blunted too
Your stash I'll be running through
Like its Sin City
Death be calling, guess I've been busy
I don't give a f*ck what they think of me