Birds Aren’t Real

[Intro]
(J)
I hate myself
(I hate myself)
Yeah

[Verse]
There's Nazis on the naughty list
These girls who grew up fatherless
Get pregnant after middle school
And leave it by the faucet drip
Homie, this Jurassic Park
Eat the sheep and flip the cart
Used to be a bad boy
Meth plus Pat Bennetts heart
Thats not my job, posted with Lord Farquaad
I just make the dream work, then mix pot with bad sauce
In my own silent film, I don't talk to hoes
They mix the Xanax with fentanyl, then split it for thе bros
It's like getting the 404
Hitting tour off of lo-fi
Nothing lеft to say to these other rappers but go die
Give me three days to sign a contract
Now I'm with the squad doing blowing it at the Rondex
I'm on a porch with a pack 5
Roll up at my window
Let the .32 out, now there's blood up on my pink coat
I don't wanna be another number, Ocho Cinco
Always been my dad's son, but always been a bad one
Your homies shop at PAX, son, yet I'm the fucking douche bag?
Your boy took a picture at the Bronx in a durag
But wait on this, I'm snowy hours posted on the glacier
Swallowing synthetics, I'm about to meet my maker, ho

[Outro]
When it's 98 degrees and you hate the air you breathe
Go west til you hit the coast
I've been here for a bit, now it's time to fucking dip
Got a ship and a sail and some time with my bitch
(Got a ship and a sail and some time with my bitch)
I've been here for a bit, now it's time to fucking dip
Got a ship and a sail and some time with my bitch
Bitch