I'm outside
It's a fuckin' Friday night
And I opted for a light
Over any conversation in there
I'm uptight
And that's really not my type
So I don't know what's got into me

Hollywood takes a lot of energy
Look away, look away
My mirror imagine been reflecting itself back at me
Cracking at the edges, soaked in kerocene
If I throw this cherry down
It's about to burn up nicely

So fragile
Like a body with no bones in its back now
Got no money in the bank
My Balenciaga bag
Carries everything that makes me feel sad now

I'm fuckin' over it
And since my followers is my currency I'm broke with it
A dollar bill's no good for nothing unless you're smoking it
I had a point of view but this world put a hole in it
Now I'm free from it
And I'm loving every minute

I don't play your way
I'm selfish
I won't stroke your ego
Like everybody else is

Drank purple Dasani
New drugs and a sickle-shaped pool
If I move my bones I might feel better
But my new point of view
Is type bare

Coming out back
Sticking up right against the wall
Overthinking bending over these excuses
Moving like the current on the dunes
Ooo
Can you at me soon

Picking up the middle, cop the sugar in the crease
Look at 'em dripping like a cold stone in the summer heat
Cobra loud
Holding it down
Coming soon

I'm loving every minute!