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{Verse}
Is she having fun? Dealer laced my drugs
"Take me to Erewhon," whole time I got five bucks up inside my pocket
I should pop an Adderall, shit is getting difficult
Wonder where all of the time go, spending it hiding from five-o
Take a flight to different time zones
Link up with Keegan and my bros
I've watched a fed smoke gelato
Driving through all of the potholes
I'm not here when I'm not sober
It gets bad, I told you
We're someone, we're no one
A colder October
{Chorus}
I don't wanna think about words that come out of your mouth
Something happens, shit goes south, count on me to stick around
I smoke way too many blunts, I don't even feel 'em now
I'ma up my heater now, smoke that boy—
Don't wanna think about words that come out of your mouth
Something happens, shit goes south, count on me to stick around
I smoke way too many blunts, I don't even feel 'em now
I'ma up my heat on them, smoke that boy, he feel—, he feel—, he—
Fuck the clout, words that come out of your mouth
Something happens, shit goes south, count on me to stick around
I smoke way too many blunts, I don't even feel 'em now
I'ma up my heater now, smoke that boy, he feel-feel-feelin'
I don't even feel-feel-feel 'em
I smoke way too many blunts, I don't even feel 'em now
{Verse}
Is she having fun? Dealer laced my drugs
"Take me to Erewhon," whole time I got five bucks up inside my pocket
I should pop an Adderall, shit is getting difficult
Wonder where all of the time go, spending it hiding from five-o
Take a flight to different time zones
Link up with Keegan and my bros
I've watched a fed smoke gelato
Driving through all of the potholes
I'm not here when I'm not sober
It gets bad, I told you
We're someone, we're no one
A colder October
{Chorus}
I don't wanna think about words that come out of your mouth
Something happens, shit goes south, count on me to stick around
I smoke way too many blunts, I don't even feel 'em now
I'ma up my heater now, smoke that boy—
Don't wanna think about words that come out of your mouth
Something happens, shit goes south, count on me to stick around
I smoke way too many blunts, I don't even feel 'em now
I'ma up my heat on them, smoke that boy, he feel—, he feel—, he—
Fuck the clout, words that come out of your mouth
Something happens, shit goes south, count on me to stick around
I smoke way too many blunts, I don't even feel 'em now
I'ma up my heater now, smoke that boy, he feel-feel-feelin'
I don't even feel-feel-feel 'em
I smoke way too many blunts, I don't even feel 'em now