Had a bad week
Off some bad weed
Ate a sour belt
Wasn’t nothing sweet
I dissociate
Put on Ocean’s Eight
Sip some Aquafina
Couldn’t slow my pace
Think I lost my mind
Mi-i-ind
I was so close to the edge
Like a zombie for some weeks
If I made it out of bed
Interactions in the streets
Overplay em in my head til
There’s a package in the mail
It’s a jacket off of Grailed
Put it on and face the mirror
Oh my god
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s ha-a-ard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s ha-a-ard
My smile (ooh that’s hard)
My chain (ooh that’s hard)
My style (ooh that’s hard)
My game (ooh that’s hard)
Yeah the way it come together
Is insane (ooh that’s hard)
I could rock the hoodie
Even with a stain (ooh that’s ha-a-ard)
If my closet was yours
Then you up like $4-5k
Fantasize bout the times
I could blow thru that in one day
Essential, not mundane, not the same
Long covid, y’all got no taste
I miss when I could go to Ye
He used to know like Gotye
No I’m not materialistic
Maybe a little bit
I’m a 10, 9 in dress
And I’m wearing the shoe if it fit
The logo on your shit
It’s irrelevant
When you be yourself
And see yourself like ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s ha-a-ard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s ha-a-ard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s ha-a-ard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s hard
Ooh that’s ha-a-ard