wrote this when i was high
i just hope that i'm around
i wanna sell some records
please tell me it's not too late
but i hate his reflection
not the kind of glass that i like to pour up
i don't play anybody my old shit
i don't even know half the words of my shows
i'd rather sell my heart than to give you my soul
i had to sit over conversation
but that death ain't patient
i just hit the bong off the coffee table
'cause i ain't gettin' high off of likes and favorites
i don't give a fuck about an instant grammy
you wanna get the picture? don't instagram me
got a few singles right around the corner
think it might be time that you understand me
i'm coming soon from that
i know. i'll see you soon