Luccas - ​​no drums

★ intro ★
Ay man
You tuned in live to channel 666 with kidd khan and xxxtentacion
(hokahey! it’s a good day to die)

★ verse ★
Alright, no drums
Walk up in this bitch, like i’m the man
Got my eyes low
Lookin' like i popped like twenty xans
I ain’t ever touched a pill
But you could bet it'd be the end
I guess it’s good that it’s a trend
‘cause that’s what i call ease of access
Come and serve me
Then you could find me on a mattress, oded
Peeps would get to kissing on my ass, bitch
Milk me dry, my memory’d be final, like these tactics
It’s a fantasy, thinking i could rest, put me on saks fifth
I’m donе bro, people putting me in bad positions
I’m dumb though, womеn come to me and start constricting
A front, yo, i know it’s been my fault since the beginning
I’m begging for forgiveness
I’m as toxic as these women
I been working on myself
So i could really get to winning
I been patching up these wounds
Like all these blocks that y’all been spinning
I had sent her a text
“i know it’s been a sec
But i wish i hadn’t left
Let’s clean up this lil' mess
Then we could work on the rest
I’m only coming back because our bond was the best”
I had gotten stronger with my mental health
Now i’m coming back to share the wealth
But then it all went to hell
She said, “what’s that?”
Then my eyes rolled back
Had the progress recede, like the hairline whack
My mind gone dumb, like i done smoked crack
She mad, throw it back at you
She gone, she mad at you
Nigga, switch your attitude
‘cause she piped out and she mad at you
Curse you out, that’s radical
That’s hate, man, she throwin’ apple juice
She thrivin’ off of your blues too
Nigga, wise up, get a blue’s clue
She needs help like you do
But i get it, she being crass, dude
She talking to you like a calculator
Put every word through a percolator
But her actions louder, cicada
Neither here nor there
Is this the chosen day?
Meteor, meteor, wait
Destruction’s coming, i could get away
Big bullet, baby, glockhardt
I wanted you to be my lockhart
And i don’t care if it’s not hard
‘cause you’re too damaged and i’m too scarred
We’re not a couple, just two parts
We’re not a couple, just two parts

★ bridge ★
Nigga, this some shit i wrote when i was seventeen
Big brother, r-i-p
He kept me past them streets
But look now, i’m finna get my degree
I ain’t worried ‘bout no bitches that be leeching on me
I ain’t worried ‘bout no niggas that be leeching on me
I’m still gon’ keep my 2016

★ outro ★
If i ain’t as real as then
Then who the fuck i be?
If i ain’t as real as then
Then who the fuck i be?
If i ain’t as real as then
Then who the fuck i be?
If i ain’t as real as then
Then who the fuck i be?