Discography
Circles
And I don’t have a name, I don’t have a name, no
Who am I to blame? Who am I to blame though?
And I cannot be changed, I cannot be changed, no
Trust me, I’ve tried
Swimming
My regrets look just like texts I shouldn’t send
And I got neighbors, they’re more like strangers
We could be friends
The Divine Feminine
How many mistakes do it take ’til you leave
And I’m left with my hand on my face, all red
In the face, lookin’ at you like “wait!”
GO:OD AM
To everyone who sell me drugs:
Don’t mix it with that bullshit, I’m hopin’ not to join the 27 Club
Watching Movies with the Sound Off
But me, I’m still trapped inside my head
It kinda feel like it’s a purgatory
Blue Slide Park
Young and actin’ out, the topics that I rap about
Be varyin’ from politics to bitches pullin’ asses out