Lyrics

Props to my disease, I might cash app it (yeah)
I ain't done enough, he ain't proud of me (nooo)
I get baked all the sametill I'm golden crust (ok)
Eating good, till I'm out of luck (yeah)
We don't think the same, and I think that sucks (what)
I might quit the drugs, still wanna crush (yeah)
Afraid of your end till you met with us (yeah)
In reverse
To a gold rush (ooo)
I'm not on the way, I got lost in the woods
Misunderstood
Your bitching did no good (noo)
I don't feel the drive
Numb to your touch (what)
When the clouds cry,
That's my only fuck (yeah)