acid
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
(Acid on my feet, it burns, the rainbow on me)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Drop like 1500 all in cash
Pull up, set the GPS, and do the dash
Out my way, I know you tryna get my cash
Ain't no way I'm finna let one of you smash
That boy all talk, I know he talking out his ass
I call up Miso, told them that boy think he fast
That boy walked in healthy, left with several casts
My boy tweaking on the couch, he smoking gas
Add up, add up all the things I do to fuck it all up
I keep losing friends and followers I fought for
All because of insecurities and small stuff
And all you bastards qu-quit the act, bruh
Money made you stab me in the fucking back, bruh
Used to be a fan of mine and now you act up
"Don't forget your roots lil' boy, I know yo' ass bluff"
You gone make me act up
They want reactions, they want some action
They wanna point their finger but they'll never catch up
Don't give reactions, the world is yours just grab on
There's millions of hearts you haven't touched so don't you pass on
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (Ah)
Drop like 1500 all in cash
Pull up, set the GPS, and do the dash
Out my way, I know you tryna get my cash
Ain't no way I'm finna let one of you smash
That boy all talk, I know he talking out his ass
I call up Miso, told them that boy think he fast
That boy walked in healthy, left with several casts
My boy tweaking on the couch, he smoking gas
Every time I reach out, I get ghosted again
Why you got me on your private if were not even friends?
Man, it's not what I wanted, wish I could go again
I look back and wish that I could start again
And if we're being honest, I wish that we were friends
I know I fucked it all up, I don't know where to begin
I don't know where I belong and my whole life feels wrong
I just wish you would text me back
New York City, I'm a newborn (Born)
You so gritty like a Newport (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Smoke a joint, then I blast off (Blast off)
Thought you done take the mask off (Pew, uh)
Pop-out like a baby boy (Pop-off)
Why you playing like a toy? (Why you playing like—)
(Ha-ha-ha) This shit fishy like a koi (It's so fishy though)
Need somebody to annoy (Need somebody)
(Acid on my feet, it burns, the rainbow on me)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Drop like 1500 all in cash
Pull up, set the GPS, and do the dash
Out my way, I know you tryna get my cash
Ain't no way I'm finna let one of you smash
That boy all talk, I know he talking out his ass
I call up Miso, told them that boy think he fast
That boy walked in healthy, left with several casts
My boy tweaking on the couch, he smoking gas
Add up, add up all the things I do to fuck it all up
I keep losing friends and followers I fought for
All because of insecurities and small stuff
And all you bastards qu-quit the act, bruh
Money made you stab me in the fucking back, bruh
Used to be a fan of mine and now you act up
"Don't forget your roots lil' boy, I know yo' ass bluff"
You gone make me act up
They want reactions, they want some action
They wanna point their finger but they'll never catch up
Don't give reactions, the world is yours just grab on
There's millions of hearts you haven't touched so don't you pass on
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
You thought that you could get rid of me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la (Ah)
Drop like 1500 all in cash
Pull up, set the GPS, and do the dash
Out my way, I know you tryna get my cash
Ain't no way I'm finna let one of you smash
That boy all talk, I know he talking out his ass
I call up Miso, told them that boy think he fast
That boy walked in healthy, left with several casts
My boy tweaking on the couch, he smoking gas
Every time I reach out, I get ghosted again
Why you got me on your private if were not even friends?
Man, it's not what I wanted, wish I could go again
I look back and wish that I could start again
And if we're being honest, I wish that we were friends
I know I fucked it all up, I don't know where to begin
I don't know where I belong and my whole life feels wrong
I just wish you would text me back
New York City, I'm a newborn (Born)
You so gritty like a Newport (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Smoke a joint, then I blast off (Blast off)
Thought you done take the mask off (Pew, uh)
Pop-out like a baby boy (Pop-off)
Why you playing like a toy? (Why you playing like—)
(Ha-ha-ha) This shit fishy like a koi (It's so fishy though)
Need somebody to annoy (Need somebody)
Credits
Writer(s): Miles Gregor Splaver
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