Hate

Eyes closed but I can see
All of my friends never really liked me
I think they wanna be where Ima be
Sorry to say but there's no one like me
X4

You got your art from forest
You stole my style on your chorus
I just be smoking my fruits
Bag full of kiwi I'm turning to juice
Fuck all the blogs that receive and refuse
Now Ima blow cause I'm sparking my fuse
Me and the gang & we bringing the pain
Fall out my mouth like emotional rain
I see you talking don't care what you say
None of it really matter anyway
Nobody really watching what u make
Wearing that bape I bet that it's fake
Forest the dopest the hope of the globe
Better scope what I don't promote up on my phone
If you feeling alone and don't know what to do
Listen to me, forget about you

Still smoking Swishers
Riding in a Honda Civic
People like me ain't ever ending
People like you won't ever get it
X2

Eyes closed but I can see
All of my friends never really liked me
I think they wanna be where Ima be
Sorry to say but there's no one like me
X4