Flatlining, emotionally

She’s emotionally flat, but I dig it
Cause that means there’s no strings attached when I hit it
Grocery smoking, blowing bags full of spinach
Rolling oz’s into Backs when we lit up
Now you’re in nosebleeds, Row Z, sat up in the ceiling
We’re in floor seats coaching, in our bags doing business
Another homie OD’d, it got me sad, stuck in my feelings
Bad codeine or cocaina? It don’t matter, I just miss him

Sorry I’ve been distant
It’s just my scars will no longer heal
Hell, they tear with every tear
I’ve been hard on myself and insincere
I just really wish you were here
So my heart wouldn’t wilt like a lily every year
But that’s just the cards that I was dealt

I really should’ve died instead
I hardly have a life to live
And my cup full of blood like I sliced up my neck
And this blunt all Runtz, hits like a knife to the ribs
I was hoping that you’d miss me
I was really hoping time would fix things
Well, that stems from bad memory, I can’t lip sync
But now I’m stuck on sad memories, I’m reminiscing
Remembering when our ends would meet
We’d experiment, testing out our chemistry
But it turns out you’re just like the rest
It seems to be a tendency that’s practically destiny
I feel empty, ain’t no heat in our energy
It’s all lethargy, watch the embers freeze

(I’ve gotta few screws loose too
It’s nothing I’m not used to)

She’s emotionally flat, but I dig it
Cause that means there’s no strings attached when I hit it
Grocery smoking, blowing bags full of spinach
Rolling oz’s into Backs when we lit up
Now you’re in nosebleeds, Row Z, sat up in the ceiling
We’re in floor seats coaching, in our bags doing business
Another homie OD’d, it got me sad, stuck in my feelings
Bad codeine or cocaina? It don’t matter, I just miss him