SZA - RB SLS** lyrics

Guess, I've been used to bein’ used like this Ain’t no difference I’m immortalizing my thoughts Praise to the most high for protection Over my most prized possession Talkin' 'bout my sanity’s at a six-point seven Handin' out poinsettias To my dead homie mothers, prayin' they feel better Might get sh*t mindin' my business Might get chips sharin' my vision Might as well Can you tell if it's even worth conversation? Hear the prayer, do it even work? All that's for real is forever Moments stolen taste better