I will not repent because I don't believe in sins

How could I lose, but I never got to win?

Heart started pumpin' like it's jumping out the gym

I've been anxious that my biggest fear is coming to fruition

Fuckin' always angry at the wall, in a room full of mirrors, trippin', sprintin' down the hall

Hit a glass shard, won't get far 'cause my necks cut

No more reflections if I never get back up

Told you, I don't wanna cry over the spilled milk

Could be worse, could be body in a hearse, down the Hudson, how ironic

The vibes are electronic, when I go burn me up and roll me with the chronic

You got it, govvy fuckin' humans with they robotics

Blind eye turn to the sky from the narcotics

I'm not hyperbolic, I just see the shit I can't control

Hands on the knees, car speeds, jump, tuck, and roll

If you was dyin' in the street, and motherfuckers saw you, they wouldn't save you, but would pray, and they would say they lost you

R.I.P. captions, words with no actions

When he was yelling "Can you help?", y'all were absent

Kick back, Absinthe

How can you be sorrow when your minds lost, I'm gone further than '09 Drake

Bitches playin' with my heart, I might as well be celibate

I don't wanna fuck, I wanna get to know you specially

Spilled brain, pill brain

Ring around my cut finger

Big vein, here brain

Scheming like it to the ring of Jonny Knox, Jackass, Run 'N' Blast, now the shop hand go register yelling "Just let me get the guap"

Little did I know the owner owned himself a shotty shot

Not the first time a dozen dime have tried to rob his spot

Old man, throw bands, and open up the register

I exclaimed just before he aimed it at my head and bucked

I am equivalent to a semi-colon

Always gon' wallow in my own bullshit

(Bullshit, aye, bullshit, aye, aye, aye, aye)

Said, said I am equivalent to a semi-colon

Anesthesia from the dealer is to local produce

Fat lady singing, I got a life and blown it, but the shit keeps on going like a locomotive

Train bathroom horrible smoking and toking a blunt

Train ticket cost ten, I can spend it on one

Deli played in English, hold on Mrs. Frizzle, this bitch ain't know that she was rolling with a schizo

We could only fuck in my dreams, 'cause I don't got enough self-esteem for your jeans

Ooh, and you feel so familiar

I just really wanna feel ya

I get attached too quick, and that's my fault

Always end up staring at the drywall

And due to that don't know what love feels like, uh, but this shit feel like it was real life

I hope everyone tell you you this beautiful, ooh, 'cause you my crucible

When I woke up next to you I though I died, 'cause I ain't ever seen an angel in my whole life

Now I'm recording in my jacket that you wore, and it smell like you smelt before

Fuck makin' it big and doin' world tours, rather sit here with you forever 'til I wash ashore

Yeah, on that Joel and that Clem shit

When I told you how I felt it, I meant it

And I ain't even really mean to go off, we was talking 'bout painting naked with our clothes lost

Tropes gone, 'cause I'm not cool when my heart's hot

Heart stop, reignite the fire like a buckshot

I'm a man in the dark plot, in a dark room

I feel like I'm young again and your soul is my cartoons

Cartoons, cartoons