Clouded - Lost Kids, Brent Faiyaz, DJ Candlestick

That shit definitely go

Gotta get it how you live

Everybody talking 'bout R&B shit

I’m just talking me shit

You know what I mean?

Let me hear that

I gave it all for a fantasy

Is anybody gon' remember me?

If I go tonight, I doubt the world would change

I just pray they don’t forget my name

Is it game rules?

I can’t lose

When it’s all said and done, will I still be cool?

Spent like (How much?), ten thousand (Ten thousand)

Twenty thousand (twenty thousand), thirty thousand (Thirty thousand)

Forty thousand (Forty thousand)

How much I’ma spend profilin'?

She come in and compliment my closet

Fuck her on the floor like I don’t give a fuck 'bout it

Your judgement get clouded when you clouted

My opposition wish I’d stop smilin'

My family wish I’d stop wildin'

I’m still on the east side smokin' with my OG’s

'Cause they the only ones that really know me

I was fuckin' superstars when I was 19

The shit we did, you won’t believe me

Now I’m at the turn up, lookin' lonely

Then they wonder why I’m quiet at them house parties

'Cause everybody see me

Roll some blunts and hit her once and now she need me

Her nigga wanna be me

But they don’t know I’m fightin' demons

I feel like dyin' every season

I’ve been swimmin' in the deep end

All my bitches know I’m leavin' at some point

Whether there’s a reason or not

Don’t try givin' me reasons to stop