end of the line

[Verse]
Lost my phone and my charger
But I'm still gettin' paid
Found myself in a trash bag
I put that in the trash can
They can't see me at all
Yeah, by myself, fallin' off
I swear it's not a phase
I been made that way

Don't try to one-up me
Boy, you just a wannabe
Pull up a Bladee-type beat
Pull up fake monthly listeners on Spotify
Made by a loser with too much time

Thought it was mine—no, it's not
You think I give a fuck?
Well, do I?
Do I?
Yeah, do I?
Yeah, I don't know

It's been too long
Spent too long
Time on my own
She’s lettin' me down
I need to let go
But I can't go away
WTF can I say

Fuck money—still get paid
Lowkey ran away
Lowkey I'm so fake
Yeah, you made me that way

Fuck a hook, it's a verse
Fuck it all, not a first
Do you see me on the floor
Like before
Fallin' short
Eyes wide shut and fuckin' dyin'

Yeah, maybe lyin'
'Bout things I should not
Fell in love but like fuck
Why do I even give a fuck?
All the things I'm sayin', I don't give a fuck

I mean bro, where's the lie?
I'm at the end of the line
Should prolly just give up
Should get in line

Fuck a record deal
Yeah, I won't sign shit
I'ma be on my own shit
All the shit I do, I flaunt it
Fuck you bro, I won't be recorded

Yeah, I'm sorry for everything
Say sike, I'm fuckin' not
I'll rewind my whole life
Just to do it all again
Rewind my whole life
Just to punch you in the face
Go back to the future
Just to spit on your grave