Smoke a lot on set thats why d video come out blurry
And I never miss a bitch d way I miss my nigga ,Harry
I set my eyes on the goal, now to walk to it, I am dragging my feet
Clearly I knw what I must do but my failures come with em trick
You knw I keep rolling what I think is best 4 me.
Fuck a white trash but I think the black is best 4 me
I keep calling my mom's number thou I knw she dead on me
Things have never been the same since you left mommy
Heaven knws 'r days 're numbered ain't talking💀homie
Well I am talking death honey, I finna put you under my bed honey
I see things any time I close my eyes that why in two years I never slept homie
Look in my eyes tell me don't you see the stress honey
Im bringing back the old me , the new me is on reset , Harry...