MODUS OPERANDI

Why don't you know my name?

Why I gotta ask so many times?

Why don't you know my fate?

Cause you ain't a motherfuckin' god

Speak to God cause that's your way

Tired of having my own damn way

What they tell you about love at first sight?

What they tell you about love in the mud?

I can't conversate

Bitch I'm hella late

Speak in the morning

See you here tomorrow

What is there to say?

Lost everything

Lost my space

Lost my way

Lost all my friends

All my homies dead

Fell in love with rage

Fell in love with rain

Loyal to my main

Loyal to this bitch

Holding myself back from taking your bitch

You don't understand

You don't understand

You don't understand

You don't understand

I don't need a fan

I don't need a fan

I need my friends

I need my brother

Standing ovation for the hoes that did me dirty

(Standing ovation for the hoes that did me dirty)

Wasting my time and just leaving me with nothing

(Wasting my time and just leaving me with nothing)

The clichés are dead

The party is over

If you don't grow up, you can't show up

(Mugarrat Hail)

Baviasco

The truest religion