O.S.S.

(Intro)

[Verse 1]
She's diagnosed insane and she's feeling so subsided
Catch her if you can. motherfucker feel invited
Sick up in her brain, see if you can try to hide it
Devil on her shoulder, see if she can even fight it

[Hook]
Now she's getting drunk (drunk), as fuck (fuck)
Just to get down on her luck (luck)
Drunk (drunk), as fuck (fuck)
Just to get down on her luck (luck)
Drunk (drunk), as fuck (fuck)
Just to get down on her luck (luck)
Drunk (drunk), as fuck (fuck)
Just to get down on her luck (luck)

[Verse 2]
And know she's not a saint, but she's more than just a body
Better than her friends that spend. their time in hotel lobbies
Pull into her lane and they swerve off in a rarri'
Thoughts of filling emptiness instead of filling hobbies

[Hook]
Now she's getting drunk (drunk), as fuck (fuck)
Just to get down on her luck (luck)
Drunk (drunk), as fuck (fuck)
Just to get down on her luck (luck)
Drunk (drunk), as fuck (fuck)
Just to get down on her luck (luck)
Drunk (drunk), as fuck (fuck)
Just to get down on her luck (luck)

(Outro)