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LODESTAR

EXECUTIVE PRODUCED BY BRADLEY CINEMA & $LUGG

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

BASEMENT

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY $LUGG

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

I got priorities keeping me busy

I just need to get out of the city

I’m tryna see something different

Take a flight just to change up my vision

I wish I could see in 360

I’m always looking back

Been turned around since 16

My eyes be getting bags

Life’s like a race ‘cause we still in the burbs

Try to keep pace and I still never learn

We work on this shit for centuries

Still feel like a kid, Chloë Sevigny

Look

Me and CM we gon' be there eventually

When we get stagnant we change up the recipe

Try not to stress

It’s getting the best of me

(Getting the best of me)

Running away ‘til my face on the carton

Feeling this way since before we got started

As soon as you different here, you is a target

Made time for my dreams but I couldn’t afford it

Wake up for work and my hopes gone

Read you my goals but the list long

Feels like our parents grew up wrong

Dedicated to sticking to preconceived notions

So tell me why we’re waiting

Look back on all the time that done been wasted

My time done been wasted

Been feeling claustrophobic in my basement

What do you think I’ve been thinking ‘bout?

Tank full of gas I can dip right out

Bars in this notebook I carry ‘round

Bet I can get a few hundred miles

Down the road

I still don’t have nothing to show

Been working since 2019 on this group shit

I’m ready to share a new post

(Yuh)

I’m ready to feel a new feeling

Thoughts on my ceiling

Telling me that I should steal it

Normal life so unappealing

I am revealing

Truth about all of my thoughts

Sometimes I don’t know when to stop

Move out the block

Cut off the chains of my job

I got to drop songs to make guap

Planting the crop

‘Cause what if the seed never stops growing?

I got priorities keeping me busy

I just need to get out of the city

I’m tryna see something different

Take a flight just to change up my vision

I wish I could see in 360

I’m always looking back

Been turned around since 16

My eyes be getting bags

We getting bags

Life moving fast

Don’t got a plan B, I hope this shit last

No looking back

It’s fuck the past

We moving from business to first class

Came out of the shadows, we out in the light now

(Whoa)

Got tired of trying to fight now

I had to face it

I’m feeling vacant

What can I make of these beautiful thoughts?

(Beautiful thoughts)

I locked them into a box

(Into a box)

Just like I did with these flaws

(Did with these flaws)

Just like I did with my heart

(Did with my heart)

It’s hard enough sleeping it off

I just need a little time to work on my grind

It’s only the start

So tell me why we’re waiting

Look back on all the time that done been wasted

My time done been wasted

Been feeling claustrophobic in my basement

BEACON

WRITTEN BY M. BARRENO, A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY DECAY.

ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BY $LUGG

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DECAY, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

Wanna live forever so pass the Andrenochrome

Why you tryna flex with them Vans on?

Marble in the crib, bare foot like a dance hall

I cannot help but to laugh

At your face, man it’s annoying

You fake like a Zumiez employee

Talking reckless online

We don’t respond to that shit

Nah

We send a cease and desist

(When)

I get a bag it’s a given

(You)

Get something bad, call it karma

(Can)

Tell that you don’t see the vision

(‘Cause)

I see The Vision like Wanda

(You)

Know that your bitch isn’t bad

Looking like Sad from Inside Out

Heard that you got a new man

Bet you’ll get bored in a year and a half

Biking all summer

Look at my calves

See me pull up in the Y

You jokers still talking ‘bout gas?

Living your life like you’re posting your drafts

Tweet again, it be your last

Damn

Look at your tats

Looking like scribbles

Pull up to the crib and I’ll bounce you like dribbles

CLUB MUNGO just wait for the signal

I forget ways

I forget the stakes

I just say fuck it

Thinking Ima rep a different chain

And when my finger bang

It’s an empty brain

I close my eyes

I make a point

And I can see the dream

Said this to change things

I guess you a man now n****

You got plots and chapters to arrange

I can’t see the page, hand over your face

You can’t be in public without paying the price

I swapped it for a chance

And now I got a plan

And now I got a band

You can find me at the bank

I’ve been kept up on my toes

On the gas I need to ease up

I’m spinning out the beater

I’m crashing with my feet up

864 miles to Manzanita

The gas I need to re-up

I’m fiending for a top shelf tea cup

Hit my line and we can link up

Got my close ones on my fingers

And the rest could fill the bleachers

I show you here the difference ‘tween the climbers and the reachers

Use your Visa for a feature

Turn your track into a heater

(Uh)

I’m getting paid to do what I want in this bitch

First goal is get n**** rich

Next goal is talk all my shit

Call me a product of the system

I’m tryna bag all my gifts

$100k for a whip

Generational wealth for my kids

Rear view competition

And the finish line main mission

My mission is an everyday vacation

In a brand new location

Met Gala invitations

With the free accommodations

And the music made from the basement

‘Bout to free us from enslavement

Not a second that was wasted

I swapped it for a chance

And now I got a plan

And now I got a band

You can find me at the bank

New skin

New me

New kid brewing

Since I was teased summer ‘13

Your neck, I wring

Caught on iRing

Mansion, left wing

Fought while charging

Me no free game

Spotted 4K

Waste of my time

Was a waste of my light

What you did with your life?

Momma done raised her one

(Okay)

Could of been nice or some

(Okay)

Probably done had a gun

But Ima stay quiet man

(Man)

And if I find a ‘Preme sticker on a Civic

It’s on sight

We were searching all night for them fuckers

Like a spy

Magnify in my pocket

With a glock, I cock it

Best be tripping, better hide

Better stay away when Mungo crew come creeping up

At your door knocking

Switch it up boy

Everything over

Losing time over things I didn't wanna say

Fuck that

Everything's a new maneuver

Been lacking on the years I didn't wanna say

Now I'm sitting straight finna inovate

Gotta illustrate the way it simulates

I don't really fuck with getting intimate

Losing my mind

I'd rather lose all my elements

HOLD IT DOWN

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY $LUGG

ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BY GRANDPA SWEATS

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY DEVIN SUMMER

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

We hold it down

Don’t let us hear you run your mouth

We hold it down

I had to drift through intersections

Just to get there on time

I’ve been dancing with my reflection

All night

I feel alright

The drinks in me they got me tongue tied

A silver tongue the way that you lie

See through the mirror like I got my third eye

I’ll manifest that I’ll be the best, I know

(I know)

Been stacking karma it’s coming back fosho

(fosho)

This summertime I felt alive, felt warm

But ghosts surround me

Come wintertime I feel so alone

It’s cold

So cold

Let’s just hear our hearts for a night

I hold my breath as I turn out the lights

Changing my perspective for another life

I learn to breathe on the other side

We hold it down

Don’t let us hear you run your mouth

We hold it down

7AM we gon’ hold it down

Thinking too much

Tryna figure out

Need a new map

Not a new route

7PM and I’m freaking out

(Hold up)

This how life suppose to be?

YSL lately feels out of reach

Chanel Bleu you

I smell like Creed

Stuck on me and the upholstery

Okay

Half baked dreams and wasted chances

Wage increase

New circumstances

Watch me get my satisfaction

While y’all get Boos

Luigi’s Mansion

Mind on the drive

Eye to the sky

Not going home ‘til I find

Good summertime

Looking for moment to cry

Wait for the Phi

(Hold up)

I Felt this Way

I haven’t been okay for a minute

The world keeps spinning ‘round

Hanging up above the clouds

Just know that we can

(Hold it down)

Let’s just hear our hearts for a night

I hold my breath as I turn out the lights

Changing my perspective for another life

I learn to breathe on the other side

We hold it down

Don’t let us hear you run your mouth

We hold it down

TURN IT UP

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY GRANDPA SWEATS & $LUGG

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

Turn it up

I just got paid

Counting the paper

Check every day like a calendar

Not going home ‘til the sun is up

(Aye)

Turn it up

Ain’t got no shame

We smoking the haze

Can’t feel no pain like I’m going numb

Hair in the wind like we flying

(Yuh)

Burning a fire

Wouldn’t have shit

Wouldn’t have flames

Without my lighters

JUST Water package arrived

Shout out to Syre

All of my brothers be counting dough

This is the reason I do it for

Street lights and city shit

Run it up

Don’t understand me?

Fresh cut

Brows is on fleek

I’m feeling so handsome

Me and my dogs

We the new clique

I’m looking mad fancy

So you can go get out my way

We feeling ourselves today

So go ahead and say what you’re going to say, homie

I’m chilling

Riding pavement like it’s big waves

Oh no no no no

Breath peppermint with the gold chains

Oh no no no no

I’ve been making time for the outside

Got the fresh air in my nose

Double CC on my clothes

And the currency ready to blow

Turn it up

I just got paid

Counting the paper

Check every day like a calendar

Not going home ‘til the sun is up

(Aye)

Turn it up

Ain’t got no shame

We smoking the haze

Can’t feel no pain like I’m going numb

Hair in the wind like we flying

(Yuh)

I’m tryna bloom

let me Orlando

Looking at you

You ain’t up to our standards

Back of the line

We make a billi like Lando

Y’all getting programmed

I’m changing the channel

Stand in the corner like phantom

Ghost like he Phoebe

I might not post when I’m winning

Been in this bitch for a minute

It’s funny it’s just the beginning

Laughing emoji

Laughing em-

(Uh)

Back when homies tried laugh at him

When I was lonely and not passionate

Wake every morning like god damn it

I need to get paid

That was especially hard

Fuck what our enemies on

Fuck your elementary ass bars

Fuck your screen printed clip art

Bitch

Riding pavement like it’s big waves

Oh no no no no

Breath peppermint with the gold chains

Oh no no no no

I’ve been making time for the outside

Got the fresh air in my nose

Double CC on my clothes

And the currency ready to blow

Turn it up

I just got paid

Counting the paper

Check every day like a calendar

Not going home ‘til the sun is up

(Aye)

Turn it up

Ain’t got no shame

We smoking the haze

Can’t feel no pain like I’m going numb

Hair in the wind like we flying

(Yuh)

Payday counting

I’m talking wallet is crowded

Good energy we surrounded

Your attitude isn’t valid

THE DIFFERENCE

WRITTEN BY D. EASTMAN

PRODUCED BY GRANDPA SWEATS

PERFORMED BY GRANDPA SWEATS

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

Lots of lovely girls on the way

So how do you tell the right one?

Apart from all the girls that ain’t the same

Well homie, let me tell you some

(Aye)

The difference ‘tween a bitch

And a good girl

That she got your back when you’re getting low

She your whole world

Addicted like crack

You can’t get enough

And I got me a lil good girl

Wrapped in my arms

When I fall asleep

Forget to set alarms

She got me like

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

808s in my heart

BROCKHAMPTON playing in her car

Hands on her thighs

We’ve been cruising for a while

We don’t even know where we are

Wish I could see inside her head for just a minute

Looking through your eyes

Closest I get is asking her how she be feeling

But she don’t tell me lies

(Oh)

Lots of lovely girls on the way

So how do you tell the right one?

Apart from all the girls that ain’t that way

Well homie, let me tell you some

(Aye)

The difference ‘tween a bitch

And a good girl

That she tell you right when you’re feeling wrong

‘Cause ain’t no bitch about to get a fucking song

And I got me a lil good girl bumping all my shit

I hope that she’s listening to this and going like

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

And a good girl don’t have to chase

Man she can run

Alongside

She keeping pace

Yeah she the one

And I got me a lil good girl

She be keeping up

It ain’t like me to fall in love

But I’m tripping like

Whoa whoa whoa whoa

The difference ‘tween a bitch

And a good girl

That she got my heart

Yeah she got my heart

And a good girl got me thinking ‘bout kids in the backyard

And I got me a real good girl

Real good girl

Except for when she’s bitching about shit, bro

I do not understand that

FRESH CUT

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY $LUGG

ADDITIONAL PRODUCTION BY GRANDPA SWEATS

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY DEVIN SUMMER

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

We a stones throw away

Life is short anyways

Think about it every day

Got no time to waste

Ain’t no slowing my pace

Ain’t no family

But I feel your blood in my veins

I establish the setup so I can obtain

All the glamour and glitter and

When we see the sun flickering

Then we know how to

Go about round two

Find a new route to

Drunk in your bathroom

Slumped in your back seat

On the way to the old crew

I was just missing the days when we met up

With Tears in our eyes

Yet we holding our head up

We look to the sky

See the lights

Make a wish

I’m wishing that we could come back and just sit and

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

I wanna talk about it

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

Why won’t you talk about it?

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

I wanna talk about it

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

But you ain’t saying nothing

No more distractions

I got questions that I’ve been asking

Last night said some shit I half remember

After our bender

Bought pedialyte just to feel better

Fast acting

You hit the screen

All lights

No action

What do you mean?

Set scene

But still something lacking

All this pain inside

But you still here laughing

And I just wanna know you

Feel like there’s something deeper down

And you do not owe me

But I am an ear if you need it now

Maybe another day

Another time

No pressure

You can stay hushed

Sometimes we get the rain

And it never dries

But if you stay

Let’s just

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

I wanna talk about it

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

But you ain’t saying nothing

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

I got my head in my hands

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

I’m tryna see you again

Let’s talk about it

(Let’s talk about it)

‘Cause I’ve been waiting so long

So tell me where we going

Got a call the other day

She don’t feel the same way

Said we’re done, it’s too late

Said my love was just a phase

Heading back to Kev’s place

Texting back, I swerve lanes

No remorse, No debate

Break me down, disintegrate

I want that full throttle

You gon’ pump the brakes like that?

I want that

(I want that)

I want that new model Y

You go and get a new ex?

New Model X

Misread text

Why we argue anyway?

Age of communication

Huh?

Feelings hard to explain?

Caught up in stagnation

What?

Modernity is to blame?

Conformities the same?

Fresh cut, rose colored

Our generations not okay

‘Cause I’ve been here and I’ve been there

And no one makes me feel like home

But you do

You’ve come so unprepared

To run through the city like lights when you come to

COLD

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY GRANDPA SWEATS & $LUGG

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

(Yuh)

Any day

I done weighed out my options

And the greatness called out my name

Like a Shonen

Anime

Growing exponentially

Every episode I have brings me closer to ecstasy

Accomplish a goal like a junkie on ketamine

I would do anything

Work ethic guarantees I do it successfully

Reality Bites

Wood grain on the surface, I might

Get paid for the future I write

Never age, no KGOY

Any day now it’ll happen

In a mansion I’m straight relaxing

In newest fashion I’m whip crashing

You bitch asses all fake acting

(Yuh)

End of the day

I speed up the pace

And then I slow down

Living inside my head is

Living and getting bread is

Something I come to terms with

The content is never perfect

Exhaustion is always worth it and coming to those deserving

I pick my head off the pavement

I took my heart through them stages

I’ll fall apart when I make it

Crumble to dust like the stars when they breathe

Inhaling pieces of me

So they remember my name

And teach me how to be free

And for you, I’ll do the same

I fly

(Out the sky)

To the unknown

(I was dreaming)

I was too scared

(Too scared)

To let go

(I just need to)

I move on, I move on, I move on

(I just need to)

I move on, I move on, I move on

I fly

(I fly)

To the unknown

I was too scared

(Too scared)

To let go

I move on, I move on, I move on

WARM

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY GRANDPA SWEATS & $LUGG

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

I’ve been feeling pretty down

Guess there’s something going ‘round

I’ve been wondering ‘round town

Looking for a way out

But I haven’t given up yet

I haven’t given up yet

But maybe I feel too much

I feel lost

Inside your heart

Inside your mind

I’ll find

I’m not coming home ‘til I

Find my butterfly

Temperature rising

My days have been flying

Oh, I’m young but I’m getting older

Older

Too busy fantasizing

I’ve been running red lights

But I’m stuck in place

Like a deer in the high beams

And I just need some peace

(I just need some peace)

And you here next to me

(You here next to me)

A kiss within my reach

(Kiss within my reach)

Every day a beach

(Every day’s a beach)

Like summer on repeat

Girl, chocolate ain’t as sweet

I hope that I ain’t overthinking

But what do I know?

But maybe I feel too much

I feel lost

Inside your heart

Inside your mind

I’ll find

I’m not coming home ‘til I

Find my butterfly

We used to be friends

We used to lovers

We still hang out ‘cause we used to be each others

But I can’t right now

I can’t right now

I’m too young for this

As I stare in the ibis

It was around eighty six

Solar eclipse it was illuming us

Shadows dancing

Glasses made us look like scientists

Glad it happened

But I’m afraid I’ll never feel the same again

This is how it ends

Everyone I’ll ever love will never settle in

Reminisce about the past

Man I wish it could’ve last

Like the plants that we picked for the dash

I’m not coming home ‘til I

Find my butterfly

HOME

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY $LUGG

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, & $LUGG

ADDITIONAL VOCALS BY NEDS

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

I ain’t been feeling right

The butterflies in my stomach finally packed up and saw the light

Well maybe next time

What if no next time?

I lay beside you

But I’ve been up all night

All night

(Yeah)

So where do we go now?

Where do we go?

When we done been everywhere

Except at the end of the road

(Oh)

I’m starting to feel like a ghost

‘Cause you just remind me of home

You just remind me of home

Changing my way for a minute

Admit it

I made you sad

I’ll take the blame on it

Paving the way before I quit it

I fix it

But don’t get mad or imma stick you up

Sometimes I’m not feeling the vibe

Situations i describe

‘Cause we stack it up like a ply

We click and we don’t know why

And all the time we spent it’s meant to be something good and something great

(Great)

And all the pain I feel I’m hiding underneath a blanket of mistakes

(Aye)

Fingers cold I’m stoning up

(Yeah)

Navigating through my own shit

Tryna get a phone and call you

Fell asleep inside the cockpit

Not now

Not ever

Thats what you said

Under bad weather

Rain hits the window

I know I’d feel better with you

Not now

Maybe tomorrow

Time heals all wounds

But it still leaves a scar

You were the light

Now I’m left in the dark without you

Maybe we can come back with a little something better then we left with

I’ve been lost

I’m feeling the weather

Rain is pouring

I’m just wondering if I would feel better with you

Baby I know we’ve been through it

I know its hard

Protecting yourself

I bet I left some scars

Close my eyes

The only thing I hope to find is you

HMU

WRITTEN BY A. BISHOP, K. CHERRY, D. EASTMAN, C. WEEKS, D. WEEKS

PRODUCED BY $LUGG

PERFORMED BY BRADLEY CINEMA, DEVIN SUMMER, GRANDPA SWEATS, NEDS, & $LUGG

WRITTEN, ARRANGED, & PRODUCED IN THE BASEMENT, WEST VALLEY CITY, UTAH

RECORDED, MIXED, AND MASTERED BY ROWAN STIGNER AT AUDIO INN RECORDING, SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH

I’ve been stuck inside my mind

All these feelings are intertwined

I don’t want to leave you behind

But I just might

Find some time for myself

True love ain’t a fairytale

I find it’s heartbreaks and farewells

Try to be the best

But I can never tell

What you want from me

Need from “we”

I know you can’t talk right now

And that’s fine

Sleeping on the floor

Staring at the sky

You’re the most beautiful part of my life

And you up and walked away

You were gone out of site

I don’t want to talk right now, but still

You can hit me up

You never left my mind

So please baby hit me up

You can hit me up

Through the crowd with the pale face on

Had to drop the ball to get your attention

I’ve never felt this way before

Who knew that I could find someone

Pause

Sit and reflect

Look at the chain on my neck

Just a wannabe kid

With all this regret

And I can’t help it

Lost my head, hail Paemon

I don’t dread bank statements

Not anymore, I mean

Thinking ‘bout what I would of missed if I died in ‘18

Been through shit you can’t believe

Did some shit I ain’t proud of then I went and turned a new leaf

Like a B side

I been up late like Ibiza

Almost found my 13th reason

Born with the ears like Keebler

Stuck in a rerun

Been this way since an amoeba

Gotta accept it

Me and my boys we gon’ set it

If you get lost you can hit me

You can hit me up

If you’re feeling lonely too

A low point ensued

Now I’m back in your room

Just my luck

Of all places you’d be here

I’ll take one more drink before I disappear

Whoa

Another place, another time