$500 in my pocket, call me James Ferraro, I ain't make money I make art doe

Nothing here, yeah it's all void, snapchat void

Demon, you think you dreamin, but I just slipped

No love in this house, got need, no f*ck this couch

And I'm so lost like what you about, you fake as hell keep my name out your fucking mouth

You don't see me

It's the sound of the hopeless, It's more than enough for us

You don't see me

Damn

Fake got caught to rights

Fake knows that he can't win the fight

So fake gets high till it pass him by

Fake hates who he is but he'll never ask why

Cause it ain't in the conversation

Fake just lives for the validation

Fake doesn't mind fake invitations

He'll stay complacent till the weed runs out

Huh, I got friends on the same route

Huh, you're throwing stones in a glass house

In my world I'm never coming out

Say say you gonna kill me but I got my doubts

Saw you smoke a eighth, the wind brought back all my senses (my senses)

I took away they faith For Rest the devil through their lenses

(huh, fuck)

(what, what)

(fuck)

You don't see me

It's the sound of the hopeless

It's more than enough for us

You don't see me