Troubling sleeping
I hate dreaming
Waking up with all demons
Got to see it to believe it
And I'm believing in myself
Back to the trap
Smokin piff
Like I got cataracts
Waking up to chase deposits
Sprinting towards the f*cking bag
It ain't a game
Until everybody wants to play
It ain't a team
If everybody ain't counting cake
Finger folding benjis
Riding dirty with the purple
Bout to get it on
I Ain't talking no Marvin Gaye
Shot clock when I fadeaway
They love me when I save the day
Double cups
Filled with razor blades
Smoking up on these papers planes
I'm higher than apollo
Painting pictures
Like Picasso
Bout to do the f*cking dash
Like Roscoe
No chicken and waffles
Yea ain't got no Geller in your serato
That's a f*cking problem
Got more girls buying my songs
Than avocados
No drake this the motto
Knock one down
Watch the rest follow
The coldest winter
Off the Perkys
Flights to Milan
Ain't flying commercial jets
The beginning of the end
I ain't never needed friends
Or a bitch
Getting thru the night alone
Open the notes
And write some songs
No singalong
Better bring the weed along
Bullfighter my jet and calling match
Calling set
That was all off the top
And I'm still of the top
And yo bitch counting shots
I might eat out her box
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Troubling sleeping
I hate dreaming
Waking up with all demons
Got to see it to believe it
And I'm believing in myself
Back to the trap
Smokin piff
Like I got cataracts
Waking up to chase deposits
Sprinting towards the f*cking bag
It ain't a game
Until everybody wants to play
It ain't a team
If everybody ain't counting cake
Finger folding benjis
Riding dirty with the purple
Bout to get it on
I Ain't talking no Marvin Gaye
Shot clock when I fadeaway
They love me when I save the day
Double cups
Filled with razor blades
Smoking up on these papers planes
I'm higher than apollo
Painting pictures
Like Picasso
Bout to do the f*cking dash
Like Roscoe
No chicken and waffles
Yea ain't got no Geller in your serato
That's a f*cking problem
Got more girls buying my songs
Than avocados
No drake this the motto
Knock one down
Watch the rest follow
The coldest winter
Off the Perkys
Flights to Milan
Ain't flying commercial jets
The beginning of the end
I ain't never needed friends
Or a bitch
Getting thru the night alone
Open the notes
And write some songs
No singalong
Better bring the weed along
Bullfighter my jet and calling match
Calling set
That was all off the top
And I'm still of the top
And yo bitch counting shots
I might eat out her box
I hate dreaming
Waking up with all demons
Got to see it to believe it
And I'm believing in myself
Back to the trap
Smokin piff
Like I got cataracts
Waking up to chase deposits
Sprinting towards the f*cking bag
It ain't a game
Until everybody wants to play
It ain't a team
If everybody ain't counting cake
Finger folding benjis
Riding dirty with the purple
Bout to get it on
I Ain't talking no Marvin Gaye
Shot clock when I fadeaway
They love me when I save the day
Double cups
Filled with razor blades
Smoking up on these papers planes
I'm higher than apollo
Painting pictures
Like Picasso
Bout to do the f*cking dash
Like Roscoe
No chicken and waffles
Yea ain't got no Geller in your serato
That's a f*cking problem
Got more girls buying my songs
Than avocados
No drake this the motto
Knock one down
Watch the rest follow
The coldest winter
Off the Perkys
Flights to Milan
Ain't flying commercial jets
The beginning of the end
I ain't never needed friends
Or a bitch
Getting thru the night alone
Open the notes
And write some songs
No singalong
Better bring the weed along
Bullfighter my jet and calling match
Calling set
That was all off the top
And I'm still of the top
And yo bitch counting shots
I might eat out her box
Writer: Reece Geller
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