F.Y.I Lyrics

These are the bitter nights

That bite

Versions of you

All dressed there in black and white

Singin'

You

Will walk

A beautiful, terrible path

Descending

Then ascending

Hold your perception

I am a weapon

Fuck your impression

Spent the years in the basement

Cookin' hot day one

Worship's in session

I microdose and I'm A1

I'd always assumed that I was gonna die young

I'm living in

Overtime

This face in the mirror

A person I thought would never exist

I

couldn't say it any clearer

So the beat go dumb like the heart on my wrist

I

make sure my shit swung like a home run

I ain't got no money

Pockets frankly like the ocean

Those who doubted gon' be tilted by the notion

Ya' boy was cookin' bangers even back when he was broken

Hold your perception

I am a weapon

Fuck your impression

Spent the years in the basement

Cookin' hot day one

Worship's in session

I microdose and I'm A1

I'd always assumed that I was gonna die young

I'm living in

Overtime

You

Will walk

A beautiful, terrible path

Descending

Then ascending

Hold your perception

I am a weapon

Fuck your impression

Spent the years in the basement

Cookin' hot day one

Worship's in session

I microdose and I'm A1

I'd always assumed that I was gonna die young

I'm living in

Overtime

Hold your perception

I am a weapon

Fuck your impression

Spent the years in the basement

Cookin' hot day one

Worship's in session

I microdose and I'm A1

I'd always assumed that I was gonna die young

I'm living in

Overtime