It’s too lazy, Sunday morning
Dropped a xan in my coffee
Railing lines in the backseat
I’ve been smacked for the past week
Why you tweet, I’m too slick
I’m too clean, I can’t scheme
Fuck a team (I can’t scheme, fuck a team)
I don’t wanna sleep
I just can’t eat
It’s getting hard to breathe
My head’s destroying me
My head’s destroying me
My head’s destroying me
My head’s destroying me
My head’s destroying me
My head’s destroying me
My head’s destroying me
My head’s destroying me