Whoa-oh, oh (oh) (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Whoa-oh, oh (ha) (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Whoa-oh, oh (oh) (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Whoa-oh, oh (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)

I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed (down, I must be stressed)
I've got like thirteen years of age
That I ain't still got off my chest (still got off my chest)
It must be so much more to life
If I had diamonds and baguettes (diamonds and baguettes)
I must be stupid, fucking shady
Must be down, I must be stressed (down, I must be stressed)

I must be
Cooler than glaciers, I'm straight as the lines on my paper, I must be
Out of my nature, put that on my Lord and my Savior, I must be
Ready for more, ready to go, universe spoke
I must be, I know (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
You don't really want no parts in it
Only do shit if my heart's in it
These days feelings on shortages
And I only show love to my pharmacist
Darling, I've been shady, feeling's fading, I've been lackadaisy
So far, so frustrating (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
I've been snortin' lines like it's the eighties, please

I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed (down, I must be stressed)
I've got like thirteen years of age
That I ain't still got off my chest (still got off my chest)
It must be so much more to life
If I had diamonds and baguettes (diamonds and baguettes)
I must be stupid, fucking shady
Must be down, I must be stressed

I must be, ha, ha (and don't forget bitch ass nigga)
Ha, ha (we comin' for you)
Ha, ha, ooh, ha (bitch ass nigga)

Sabotagin' me 'til I'm forced to rip the mask off
This lobotomy is just a reflection of the last lost
This body is in remembrance of the last lost
And this lady is too pretentious like the last
And look, I got a .22
I wouldn't call this bitch a catch-22
Here's your body back that I can dig for you
And let me live for you
Let me crawl inside your body (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Make a meal of you
And tell you how many times I ain't feelin' you

I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed (down, I must be stressed)
I've got like thirteen years of age
That I ain't still got off my chest (still got off my chest)
It must be so much more to life
If I had diamonds and baguettes (diamonds and baguettes)
I must be stupid, fucking shady
Must be down, I must be stressed
I must be lost in my regrets
I must be down, I must be stressed
I've had like thirteen years of age that I still ain't got off my chest
It must be so much more to life, if I had diamonds and baguettes
I must be stupid, fuckin'
I must be down, I must be stressed
Yeah

(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
I got my champagne
You know, I, I, I'm in Vetements right now (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
I'm in Balenciaga, bitch
I'm with Colors, you know (okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
And I'm still stressed
Whoa-oh, oh
Oh, whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, ha

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Writer(s): Iotosh Poyser, Jason Idehen, Jaylah Hickmon, Zachary Webster