Maharishi boots in the rain
Pretty nigga not a fucking stain
I hate that I’m the moth to your flame
I copped some Pyer Moss for the pain
Now can you see my skin through the flames

Can you see you my skin through the flames
Can you see you my skin through the flames
I copped some Pyer Moss for the pain
Can you see you my skin through the flames
Can you see you my skin through the flames

Maharishi coat just to cover up the pain
Maharishi boots for the puddles in the rain
Bitch I’m dead fresh on the highway to Hell
If you wanna stay alive, don’t be swerving in my lane
Hit up SSENSE for the Christopher Kane
With some white bitches, I got bricks of the cane
Should’ve learned my lesson from the last one I had
But I can’t stay away cause the head too insane
I admit that I’ma moth to the flame
Gold Jesus on the links of my chain
I done lost count of the sins I commit
Could you blame a young nigga
I’m just tryna maintain

Maharishi boots in the rain
Pretty nigga not a fucking stain
I hate that I’m the moth to your flame
I copped some Pyer Moss for the pain
Now can you see my skin through the flames

Can you see you my skin through the flames
Can you see you my skin through the flames
I copped some Pyer Moss for the pain
Can you see you my skin through the flames
Can you see you my skin through the flames

My soul is on fire
My soul is on fire

Iridescent Lamborghini
I ride it straight out the flames
I be gleaming when you see me
Can you see my skin through the flames
Iridescent Lamborghini
I ride it straight out the flames
I be gleaming when you see me
No longer a moth to the flame

Iridescent Lamborghini
Iridescent Lamborghini

Tell me you’re all in, real life no rewind
Can’t hate you, I tried
Do you know how it feels
You tell me, forget you
It’s like breathing
Except you, I breathe out
You’re still there, tell me what wasn’t real

My soul is on fire
You set me ablaze and left me to burn all alone in the inferno
I don’t know how but somehow I made it through the flames
And I have to thank you
And I have to thank you
Thank you for destroying me
So I could be resurrected in my purest form

Would you still cook for me, would ya
Afterwards would you tell me to leave, would ya
You’re still my emergency contact
If they called you, would you call back
And if I had a problem, would you solve that
You don’t have to be with me, you don’t
You don’t have to be with me, you don’t
Do you still remember me