CAROUSEL.

[Intro: Spoken Word]
It's like a... it’s like a movie... like trailer... you know?
Once upon a time... there was a... pair of balls...
A girl with a knife
I've been drinkin' a little too much lately, maybe smoked a little too much weed, I ain’t gon' cap

[Chorus]
Open up your mind they said so I just made a mixtape
I don't like new friends 'cause I always just hyperfixate
Niggas throwing shade on my name, they always clickbait
Mama kept me in the house 'til I could get my shit straight
Open up your mind they said so I just made a mixtape
I don't like new friends 'cause I always just hyperfixate
Niggas throwing shade on my name, they always clickbait
Mama kept me in the house 'til I could get my shit straight

[Verse 1]
I’m so sick of lying to myself about a bank account
I’m so sick of lying, talkin' bout "I have a high amount"
I’m so sick of being sick of things that I'm not about
But I ain't got a different path to go, while I'm chasin’ clout
I got nothin' going for me, fuck it, it's the honest truth
It's just where I'm at, I'm coming out like a rotten tooth
I don't mean to fuck y'all niggas over just like Donald do
But I ain't really got a single way, to pay back my crew
I'm just alone in my bedroom, once again
I remember thinkin' that I did not need any new friends
That was yesterday and now I'm lonely, let's not play pretend
My friends are off to college while I'm wishing for a brand new Benz
All my closest friends live across the ocean
And I really wanna see them that's devotion
I don't know, I just wanna meet them 'fore they disappear
R.I.P, only saying that 'cause it happened last year

[Chorus]
Open up your mind they said so I just made a mixtape
I don't like new friends 'cause I always just hyperfixate
Niggas throwing shade on my name, they always clickbait
Mama kept me in the house 'til I could get my shit straight
Open up your mind they said so I just made a mixtape
I don't like new friends 'cause I always just hyperfixate
Niggas throwing shade on my name, they always clickbait
Mama kept me in the house 'til I could get my shit straight

[Verse 2]
Shit, it's been 'bout 564 days since my homie died
I ain't really got no reaction, I won't even cry
I still really miss her though, I ain't say goodbye
But that's the way it goes, time flies, why I even try?
Just a matter of time, 'til I gotta say bye to Kelly
And the rest of the gang, while I ain't got a single penny
But I ain't stressing about I'm just too busy sippin' Henny
Mixed with brandy in this styrofoam, think I had 'bout plenty
Yeah, I'm signed now but I ain't got a dollar to my name
While talkin' bout being rich, capping in this rap game
Yeah, I just want a place to go so I ain't gotta work on my aim
Like the metaphor with the doors, all you rappers sound the same
Constant reminder, time for your tears
Constant reminder, she is not here
Uh, brain telling me that "It's time to fucking go"
'Cause I feel so alone, got no texts up on my phone, uh...

[Chorus]
Open up your mind they said so I just made a mixtape
I don't like new friends 'cause I always just hyperfixate
Niggas throwing shade on my name, they always clickbait
Mama kept me in the house 'til I could get my shit straight
Open up your mind they said so I just made a mixtape
I don't like new friends 'cause I always just hyperfixate
Niggas throwing shade on my name, they always clickbait
Mama kept me in the house 'til I could get my shit straight

[Outro]
Get my shit straight, get my straight (yah)
Get my shit straight, get my straight