[Chorus: Syd Solanke]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
[Verse 1: Droogie]
This game is on a tight-rope
Greyson’s takin’ flight, hoe
Crash and burn, when the crowns all burn, go serve yourself to Christ, oh
My god, this is life though
No replays or lives, bro
Y’all want reassurance, pussy cowards this ain’t Geico
Heebie jeebies, lookin’ creepy when you rollin’ down the block
Freaky deeky, when you see me, isn’t frequently I talk
Fuckin’ cowards want my trust
Pedophiles, fucking cunts
‘Cross the aisles, same ol’ stuff
No-vem-ber, better pack yo stuff and
Take a walk down blindman’s hallway
Down the Issac Kappy highway
Brеathe in and out with that basilisk
When he wraps around, its inviting
And this isolation еxciting
No obligation, no writing
I feel fuckin’
I feel fuckin’
I’m fuckin’ dead, I couldn’t do this for a minute or more
What the fuck it’s all for? A fuckin’ industry whore
They want me slavin’ in a booth to pump a unit a month?
Just for everyone to tell me I ain’t conscious enough
Fuck!
[Chorus: Syd Solanke]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Why?
[Verse 2: Syd Solanke]
Why, why
Why do we have to comply
You laugh at the pain
And cackle and cry
You grabbin the 9 after 5
Eyes, wide
Know I can see underneath of your smize
We one in the same we got matchin disguises
Apathy
Act like you try
Theres always other ways to cope and I gotta control it, I know it
I want a chance
Just a Mortal Man
Know I fucked up, I knew when he stiffened up
That “shit hit the fan”
Force a Rigamortus on a bigger man
Where the bully nigga?
Im the Boogeyman
Know I fucked up, I know he gon’ do it again
He crazy, I know hes a voice in my head!
[Chorus: Syd Solanke & Jazz Vicaris]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
[Verse 3: Jazz Vicaris]
They say I need some therapy
Lonely with anxiety
On my way to purchase heat
These crackers keep on testing me
My happiness a fleeting moment
Never win, I face defeat
So when I face the devil
I am kissing up must take a knee
My whole life I felt pressure, so a nigga sit and stress eat
Depression got me losing weight, so it do not affect me
Plus I got my dead beat, acting like my bestie
When he the reason, I’mma kill myself, I’m in a frenzy
A maniac, can’t react
I’m heartless, karma
Payed me back
For petty times that I would diss
Pilllow talking wit a bitch
What goes around is coming back
Insomnia it’s hard to sleep
Heebie jeebies, stealthy in the city cause the reaper creep
Lollygagging to my shows
Hear my pain, you bob your head
All they do is fucking pose
Yes-men look like bobble heads
Lacking fucking common sense
Talking to my consciousness
It only makes me overthink
It’s fucking up my confidence
[Pre-Chorus: Syd Solanke]
He knows she know
Dont let it drag
You kids look so sad
Aye
[Chorus: Syd Solanke]
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
You kids look so sad
You in ya’ feels bitch
Hop out tha bag
Don’t let yo head sag
He knows
She knows
Don’t let it drag
