FTR

(Look)
If there’s a price on your head they’ll put a knife to your neck
Or a nine to your chest
Nine times out of ten
Gucci shade lens, five percent, like my tint
I was really hurting, wish it’d end
Can’t do me dirty if I’m dead
Finna keep swerving ‘til I wreck
Don’t think a single piece of me got decency left
I think she used that reasoning, she recently left
You’d think DEA did a sweep how everything’s cleaned and swept
In the belly of the beast every evening that I slept
Fuck therapy just telling me it’s a dream that I dreamt
Cause reality ain’t really what it seems in the end

As a child I thought the monsters were under my bed
Now all the monsters are above my head
I’m just a songbird the vultures found dead
I was a lover, now it’s fuck the rest
I thought the monsters were under my bed
Now all the monsters are above my head
I’m just a songbird the vultures found dead
I was a lover, now it’s fuck the rest