作词 : Nakul Pai/Conner Jerome Carel
 作曲 : Nakul Pai/Conner Jerome Carel
Awake in the morning without a damn thing on my mind, yeah
Spacing between us, been growing apart with the time, yeah
Twenty-one years, I'm closer to death then my brine
I just can't seem to decide
If I want you by my side for the rest of my life
Blue pill poppin' has been changing up my vision
Blue bill coppin', I just meet me up in the digits
Made a finger to a fake friend, he went ****in' with it
****in' up the speed though, I don't need a limit
Need gas for the whip, you need gas for the blunt
And my stomach got a stitch, but there's smoke in my lungs
Blade cuts deep, that's why I don't keep a gun
Begging it freehand charging when I run
Late night FaceTime calls from my shawty
Liquor in my system, it's poppin' at the party
Champaign showers, couple bottles for the thotties
Or the bitch flow back until she workin' on her body
Slazy mistake I made, ****in' on her best friend
Easy when I gotta say, actin' like it wasn't gonna end
Now I gotta fend for myself on the daily
Demons are pussys, they don't wanna blame me
It's hard to think about somethin' else then the ****in' money
Hard to bring myself to face the facts
These days are no longer sunny
All I see is rain drippin', leakin' through cracks on my window
****in' with me is a gamble
I thought that you knew just what the **** you were in for, woah
Honestly, I didn't want you to ****ing come over
Baby, I tried to tell you I was never less sober
Game, set, match, that bitch came with a controller, yeah
But she be dealin' me way too quick, game over
Blue pill poppin' has been changing up my vision
Blue bill coppin', I just meet me up in the digits
Made a finger to a fake friend, he went ****in' with it
****in' up the speed though, I don't need a limit
Need gas for the whip, you need gas for the blunt
And my stomach got a stitch, but there's smoke in my lungs
Blade cuts deep, that's why I don't keep a gun
Begging it freehand charging when I run
Late night FaceTime calls from my shawty
Liquor in my system, it's poppin' at the party
Champaign showers, couple bottles for the thotties
Or the bitch flow back until she workin' on her body
Slazy mistake I made, ****in' on her best friend
Easy when I gotta say, actin' like it wasn't gonna end
Now I gotta fend for myself on the daily
Demons are pussys, they don't wanna blame me