Serotona Lyrics

Serotona on my wrist and that shit fit nicely

Motherfuckers wanna take shots, Mos Eisley

People wanna try me? try me

Freeze your brain, I'm just too icy

People talking bout throwing their shots

Sold out shows, but the grind don't stop

Everyday notes, like I write a lot

Got the talk but you running too much, just walk

Punk ass liars gonna end up the ditches

How you hug your mama, and still call women bitches?

I know you fuckers all too well

Looking at me climbing like "Nah you fell."

Y'all are snakes in the grass

Throwing shade in the classroom

Sucking up hope like a goddamn vacuum

Let these people make what they want

But you treat it like a comp, instead of having fun, yuh

Everywhere I go, I bring the energy

"Oh you melancholic", guess you ain't a fan of me

People always looking like they enemies

I don't care, I got myself a family

Fake friends make faker fans

I don't really attention from a faker, man

Hope you fuckers understand

I don't really need the money but I got it

All you fuckers trynna copy, while I take off like a rocket, yuh

Pretty boy, hit the track like boxing

Run around some fuckers like who gon' stop me?

I kill 'em, pretty born villain

Never dropped off I just copped a new ceiling, yeah

Hit a C note, but you bitches see through

I don't give a single fuck, inflate your own ego

I'm just trynna make shit pop

Never stop, pretty boy rising to the top yeah