Ive got some clownery about me Don't doubt me Naw, i ain't getting better Thought you would've understood This the seventh fu*king letter Even though i don't be hearing back Ill still make you remember Aye, all this pain out of spite Every lyric i write is infused with a tinge of you Mixed with a little blue Orange skies in the backdrop and sh*t This just another fu*king song bout how i wanna die Half co*kin the grip Grip the pistol like an xlr Bmx stole from me, aye, there go a check I put myself in harms way and now i need me some rest A piece of sh*t is what i am But i work to improve myself By changing nothing in my life Just need some time to make it right I see the light in every shade of you Im made from you You made of me Composition of each other I sit and ponder what we would look like together But you broke it off, some aqua Misalign my chakras