Letra de alleviate depression
"Young nigga, how you get this far?", Cullinan with shootin' stars
In La La tryna find out who I are (Oh, yeah)
In the land where everybody's somebody, it's jaded
In La La tryna find out who I are (Oh, yeah)
In the land where everybody's somebody, it's jaded
Gettin' more than faded and used to bein' hated, ahh
Numbers, uh (Yeah)
Uh-uh-uh (Brrr), uh-uh-uh
Numbers, numerals, we doin' digits, the usual
This bitch is suckin' the soul of me, she extracted my soul with her voodoo-do (Woah)
I stuff a bag in the bag, we poppin' tags with cash, cool, cool
I mix up the swag, put shit on, they thought it was old news
Mihara steppin', I'm reppin' it, they double checkin' it, thought they was old schools (Woo)
I know this the life I showed you, but I miss the old you, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
If I'm tellin' the truth to you, I would rather not lie (Ooh)
If I'm tellin' the— (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I'm tellin' the truth, I would rather not lie
To you (To you), to you
To you (To you), to you
"Young nigga, how you get this far?", Cullinan with shootin' stars
In La La tryna find out who I are (Oh, yeah)
In the land where everybody's somebody, it's jaded
Gettin' more than faded and used to bein' hated, ahh
Numbers, uh (Yeah)
Uh-uh-uh (Brrr), uh-uh-uh
Numbers, numerals, we doin' digits, the usual
This bitch is suckin' the soul of me, she extracted my soul with her voodoo-do (Woah)
Numbers, uh (Yeah)
Uh-uh-uh (Brrr), uh-uh-uh
Numbers, numerals, we doin' digits, the usual
This bitch is suckin' the soul of me, she extracted my soul with her voodoo-do (Woah)
I stuff a bag in the bag, we poppin' tags with cash, cool, cool
I mix up the swag, put shit on, they thought it was old news
Mihara steppin', I'm reppin' it, they double checkin' it, thought they was old schools (Woo)
I know this the life I showed you, but I miss the old you, ooh (Yeah, yeah)
If I'm tellin' the truth to you, I would rather not lie (Ooh)
If I'm tellin' the— (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I'm tellin' the truth, I would rather not lie
To you (To you), to you
To you (To you), to you
"Young nigga, how you get this far?", Cullinan with shootin' stars
In La La tryna find out who I are (Oh, yeah)
In the land where everybody's somebody, it's jaded
Gettin' more than faded and used to bein' hated, ahh
Numbers, uh (Yeah)
Uh-uh-uh (Brrr), uh-uh-uh
Numbers, numerals, we doin' digits, the usual
This bitch is suckin' the soul of me, she extracted my soul with her voodoo-do (Woah)
