Webs - F.O.M.O. (Fear of Missing Out) lyrics

[Verse 1] Jim Beam and tobacco Weed mixed with that hash smoke Cocaine in my nostril Break the powder in capsules Take it in it won't last though Social media Wikipedia Hastagging my inner me and I'm Fast tracking my empathy and I'm gone Mama how'd yo son turn into an a**hole Why they got me got me worried bout this cash flow Take me out of this naked route If I bare my soul I might make it out Got fake amounts in my bank account But Yolo, they drake it out It's 4 AM and I'm at it again And she might just wanna be friends But I don't know if I want to pretend I might spill my soul in this bottle of gin It's a Short life ,got a lot of questions No cla**, but a lot of lessons Gram told me to count blessings And solve depression with chord progressions Go ahead fill a cup My ex girl said I don't feel enough These new hoes think I'm real as f** Was open hearted, I sealed it up Most times I don't care what these b**hes bout If you ain't heart broken, you missing out You missing out, you missing out [Hook] How did we get here And where did we come from How did we get here (24, 24, 24 hours, I got 24, 24, 24 hours) And where did we come from (24, 24, 24 hours, I got 24, 24, 24 hours in a day) [Verse 2] Cheers to the late nights More fish in the sea huh Then I might be a great white I think I might take a bite, uh uh My ex called uh uh I wanna make it right, uh uh But this new girl, uh uh I wanna lay the pipe Ride around ride it out try you out with that test drive Full speed, had a few drinks got a DUI for my s** drive I got an ape-a-tite, I mean appetite And these after parties give me after life I'm at yo party it's too loud But those eyes saying I got a chance tonight And I'm gone When you feel this right then it can't be wrong When you live this life Gotta make these nights long Make it last, ride the wave with that day pa** Crash yo party I stay last My crews here and we break gla** Break bread, make cash, spend it all in one night And it's done right, till I'm done but we had fun right We get loose, you uptight When the suns out, we rise up With our eyes open like [Hook] [Outro] And I'm gone, yea FOMO And I'm gone, yea