You know the king dead
And all his kinds ends
He trynna be himself even him dead
And there ain't shit that he can do it feel like the ending
Holding on tight to whatever that's standing
Even his mama dont believe
He trust himself
He dont take no pictures of him
That doesn't mean he detest him
And it's depressing but it's a lesson
All he ever wanted was a little bit of reverence
He looked at his poppies eye
Saw the poverty shining when he saw the king size
He played bloody mary in the midnight
And it feels nothing but hopeless at times
Is it alright is it all meant to be is it okay to try (ohh)
Way too many questions that keeps going through his mind
He really dieing in his feelings (in his feeling)
I see the devil in my top to the ceiling
Baby i got this from the start(from the start)
And shit is terrifying
I hope to reconcile but there's too many reasons to just say goodbye
He know he reckless
And looking at the solitaire flies
He is dead but the comma multiplie
You know the king dead
And all his kinds end
He trynna be himself even him dead
And there ain't shit that he can do it feel like the ending
Holding on tight to whatever that's standing
