Time stops, I check your status

I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic

You're gone, I think I've had it

And I'm going down, like the Titanic

Aye, check those stats it's full of cappin' shit

Like "I've been good on my own" and "My fault was abstinent"

I saw you naked, and still you think I'm an accident

We back together, I'm fucking you like it's passionate

A Patek wrist is nothin, I told 'em

I went and sold 'em

No it's not for the money

It's showing it ain't my motive

No folding these paper plates

I look back and remember Omens

Holding, Comatose in my chair with no end of focus

Time stops, I check your status

I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic

You're gone, I think I've had it

And I'm going down, like the Titanic

Time stops, I check your status

I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic

You're gone, I think I've had it

And I'm going down, like the Titanic

Aye, look

I just wanna tell you guys, thank you for listening to this project

Um, I appreciate you guys

Sincerely Yours

We thought it funny for fun, sent for a faded fuck

Ended up it being the reason we need to toughen up

Told myself that I got the bills, and you got the brain

So there's a reason our hatred was all in vain

I mean really, it comes down to it

My backs to them and I lead this

They getting bodied in all of the western and eastern seasons

I see you don't take this lightly

Your life was lived with some fighting

It's better when understood that your work has come out of hiding

So go

Time stops, I check your status

I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic

You're gone, I think I've had it

And I'm going down, like the Titanic

Time stops, I check your status

I don't feel a pulse, and I start to panic

You're gone, I think I've had it

And I'm going down, like the Titanic