Brainrot!

I call my bro, he say he doing fine

I say so am I

No reason to cry, sun is in the sky

He just bought a five, used to split a dime

Barely getting high, still we gotta smile

Bumping 808s up in the ride

30 on pump five at the Citgo

More than I would pay for one of mine

Cause I know how sour this shit go

Y'all **** look up to me, I'm the big bro

I ain't got me a reason for this- I just know that I'm living and breathing for this, so

Selling out for some green is a quick no

Blow my mind, how you fine with this shit though

Blow my high, how you trying the kid

Broke all my lights, still drive in the thick fog

All my life I been tired and sick

Don't know my rights, can't close my eyes

Stay woke every night, these thoughts in a shit show, WOW

I never thought it could get so LOUD

Tell me let go, but they don't say how

Oooh woah

Lose sleep, I'm starting to rot

Loose leaf up under my jaw

Loose grip, I'm starting to fall (You're gone, you're gone)

Too steep to climb from the start (You're gone, you're gone)

Too free to find who you are (You're gone, you're gone)

But by then, you're probably gone

And I been out my feelings for a while

Insulate around me

Meds to keep it down

When it start to drown me

Lost a couple pounds

Still they couldn't down me

**** couldn't down me

You could never down me

Steady getting my cheese

Steady getting marqueed, I could never not be

And I live on that east side, but I got reach

**** in the arctic wanna hear Samaki

Kick it like I play FIFA

**** want beef, I can make it messy

'Nother lemon get squeezed

Have a **** like Shisha, put him on heat

Shorty like "sheesh", every time that I speak

She don't hug trees but she on a molly

Baby I'm clean, it ain't green, it ain't me

She said, what about pink?

I said, girl, I don't eat

Less you tryna get rings, then a **** might be

Then a **** might be, yeah

But I bet it won't free ya

When you going to sleep tonight

Oooh woah

Lose sleep, I'm starting to rot

Loose leaf up under my jaw

Loose grip, I'm starting to fall (You're gone, you're gone)

Too steep to climb from the start (You're gone, you're gone)

Too free to find who you are (You're gone, you're gone)

But by then, you're probably gone

Gone, gone

Starting to fall

Too steep to climb from the start

Too free to find who you are

But by then, you're probably go-