overcompensating

[Verse 1: ihauntu]
Run my fade outside
I can— I can never choke on my words, I cannot die
Doing all these drugs in the middle of the night
Bitches wanna fuck, but I know they cannot ride
Life's a fuckin' mess, yeah, I been feelin' stressed, —essed
Tryna focus on what I been doing the be-e-e-e—
Tryna move on but it feels like a test
Smoking on the bong but I can't get no rest

[Chorus: ihauntu]
My ex is obsessed with me, it wasn't destiny
You broke my heart in that message you text—
My ex is obsessed with me, it wasn't destiny
You broke my heart in that message you texted—

[Verse 2: ihauntu]
You fuckin' lied when I gave you the best of me
I tried to live but you're draining my energy
Tho— Thoughts are intruding when I do the ketamine
I fuckin' lied when I said "You're the end of me"

[Chorus: ihauntu]
My ex is obsessed with me, it wasn't destiny
You broke my heart in that message you texted—
Ex is obsessed with— Ex is obsessed with—
My ex is obsessed with me, it wasn't destiny
You broke my heart in that message you texted—

[Post-Chorus: ihauntu]
Thoughts are intruding, can you take a hint?
I don't like talking, can you just abyss?

[Bridge: ihauntu]
Can you just abyss for a second?
'Cause lately I'm not gonna take it
When I'm off these drugs my heart racing
I throw up so much, I'm inpatient

[Verse 3: vnmpire]
Yeah, I smoke so much gas, got my mind—
Think— Think about you livin' in a different time zone
Me and all my niggas goin' up, don't need no rhyme zone
Ask if I'm okay and I'll tell you, "I'm alright"

[Verse 4: vnmpire]
I don't need your fuckin ho, don't need no fake friends (Death, dead)
I don't need your fuckin ho, don't need no fake friends (Fake friends)
I don't need your fuckin ho, don't need no fake friends
Yeah, I messed up a few times, I learned my lesson (Death, dead)
We be messed up, pull up in the all black Benz (Death, dead)
Yeah, we got our cash up, takin' out a couple Benjamin's (Death, dead)
And she got her ass up told that lil' bitch to bring her friend (Death, dead)
Maybe get your cash up and then maybe we will let you in (Death, dead)
Get your racks up, bein' broke should be a fuckin' sin (Death, dead)
Get your racks up and maybe you can hang with k2 (Death, dead)
We don't fuck with opps, we gon' turn them into soul food
We don't fuck with cops, nigga, sorry, we don't follow rules
Pull up on yo' block niggas bangin' wit' dat 32
Sorry we can't fuck with you, korosu, do not fuck with fools

[Outro: vnmpire]
Death, dead
Death, dead
Death, dead
Death, dead