Famous N Shit
I lost my mind
I lost my mind and my
I lost my mind
And my virginity
Pussy, money, weed is the holy trinity
Youngins, let's go smashing pumpkins
Let's go smashing punk
Pumpkins pumpkins, yea
Way before i die
I'm tryna kill this thing inside of me
Keep my head down and i been singing out quietly
I think, that they think, that i just daydream about being famous (Remaining)
I'm masked up
Masked up
Yo master got backed up
Like back up
I'm famous
I'm -less
Remaining famous but being -less and faceless
What if heavens sold out
Where you gonna spend that gold now
Where you gonna spend that gold now
Where you gonna spend that gold now
Catch up
Catch up
Catch up
Look at me on this mothafuckin' yoga mat
(Hey)
Tryna satisfy bytches like doja cat
Sober too long where the doja at
Storm that bottle, grip the handle with a full attack
Everytime i try to leave something keeps, uh
Pulling me back, pulling me down
I think i'll be famous somehow
I think my problems will you know, just kinda sort themself out
(Until i) Until i blow up guess i'm just another nigga baby
Got everything that you want so why you hate me
(So why you hate me)
Want the attention they say it's not worth it
Imma keep sinning cuz nobody's perfect
Am i entitled, I think i deserve it
Try to hold me down but the shit not working
And when i blow up, don't expect shit from me
Don't expect shit from me
Don't expect shit from me
I lost my mind and my
I lost my mind
And my virginity
Pussy, money, weed is the holy trinity
Youngins, let's go smashing pumpkins
Let's go smashing punk
Pumpkins pumpkins, yea
Way before i die
I'm tryna kill this thing inside of me
Keep my head down and i been singing out quietly
I think, that they think, that i just daydream about being famous (Remaining)
I'm masked up
Masked up
Yo master got backed up
Like back up
I'm famous
I'm -less
Remaining famous but being -less and faceless
What if heavens sold out
Where you gonna spend that gold now
Where you gonna spend that gold now
Where you gonna spend that gold now
Catch up
Catch up
Catch up
Look at me on this mothafuckin' yoga mat
(Hey)
Tryna satisfy bytches like doja cat
Sober too long where the doja at
Storm that bottle, grip the handle with a full attack
Everytime i try to leave something keeps, uh
Pulling me back, pulling me down
I think i'll be famous somehow
I think my problems will you know, just kinda sort themself out
(Until i) Until i blow up guess i'm just another nigga baby
Got everything that you want so why you hate me
(So why you hate me)
Want the attention they say it's not worth it
Imma keep sinning cuz nobody's perfect
Am i entitled, I think i deserve it
Try to hold me down but the shit not working
And when i blow up, don't expect shit from me
Don't expect shit from me
Don't expect shit from me
Credits
Writer(s): Darius Houston
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