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Yo, this is, uh, Safety Club

Paint my face, I'm coming up

It's five past eight, you're going home

I'm up late, still high and drunk

You said, "I'd wait", but I never showed up

Know you needed love, you were getting cold

We was in the fast lane, I was moving slow

Now I throw my damn face in the cup

I shoulda never said those fucking things that I said

It's 4 a.m., I'm here alone in my bed

This ketamine ain't wearing off

You beat yourself up with your past life

It's on sight, you know I'll make it all up to you

This ketamine ain't wearing off

And I don't know why I feel so stuck

And I know I tried, but I fucked it up

Usually I ain't the pessimist

I treat the situation delicate

I call my brothers

I got loving for my regiment, benevolent

Stressing out over some Benjamins

Man, you know I'm always tryna be a better man, yeah

But shit ain't always go to fucking plan, yeah

I tease it out 'til the bitter end, yeah