Letters to the church, just to ask about YUNG BLADE
Is it prophesized that a motherfucker won't bleed
Jesus like my ex, ain't to be found nowhere
Made a couple racks, I destroyed a fucking tulip

Lying to my mother, all I am feeling is a dull pain
I'm so fucking high, walk around with a swollen veins
I am a fucking tide, pull my body off a bed frame
I am so fucking done, and I ain't staying long, mane