February Video (MV)

Smoke a blunt and go to bed, f*ck contemplation
All these late night conversations, saving pride over a text, I know I'm next, yuh
Such a mess, yuh
I still impress, yuh
Bitch, I had nothing but this nylon round my neck, ay
They always talking bout who's next up
Bitch, I ain't with the competition
F*ck a job and f*ck religion, I was killing tryna get up out this system
I still pray to my God
They get paid to feed mobs
The last Xanax get popped
And now I'm back in the garage
Cold as f*ck, hands shook, rolling woods, contemplating on the L's I took
Let that L burn
Catch me in Melbourne
In a year doing some big shit
Or f*ck it if I fail, I'ma still sell these sticks bitch
It's how I live bitch
Jus how i live bitch
Young misfit

Always in the same f*cking place
No matter where I go
No matter who I'm with
This shit, I don't know bro
I mean,
I don't f*ckin' know bro
Aww shit

Wipe dis gash with a benji, twenty MG's, belly empty, stomach
Grumbling, yellow substance, school bus coming in the morning
Foreign Mama, ghost father
Stay caught up in all this drama
I'm not the type to be corgial
Just wanna get thru the horror
I gotta get to these commas
I foster my own demise
Xanax branded on my mind
My thoughts elusive
I just moved in to my car
Bitch, I was snoozing at Walmart in the parking lot in the dark
With a shopping cart as my bond
My bois, all of them, let me starve
But shit, f*ck em, I got these bars
And I could give a f*ck if I fall
Please don't f*cking catch me
This shit so f*cking corny
Grab the strap and point it at me
I doubt I outlive my Granny
God, escort me to my grave
I could settle for almost making it
Savor this, can't be fixed to like any shit they're complacent with
Im staying in, don't hit my line, its late for it
I hate to bitch, but been anxious as shit
Just tryn feel straight again
Lost acquaintances, half-hearted relationships, they always leave without shit