Cut People Off

(Gondola)

Yeah, huh, I don't think anything can save me (Holdup, holdup)

I don't think anything can save me, tears run down while crossfaded

Uh wait, holdup, I barely even wanna talk, wait, holdup, yeah, holdup

I barely even wanna talk, question how I be holding on, yeah

I barely even like talking, I question how I be holding on

Had to cut people off because I know what's up

Everywhere I go, I just stay high as fuck

Nobody on the planet that I be on, I can't find nowhere I belong

On my dark shit Number (N)ine be on me, had to run it up to the bag, get it regardless

Every time I get new work I overcharge it, I run up my rack like I'm running the gauntlet