| Aye |
| I’m rotting on the inside |
| I know why, she know why |
| We know why, she know why |
| We know why, aye |
| She know why |
| Aye |
| Like where you came from the shadows in lightless rooms |
| So yeah I heard about ya’ll type, you ain’t know shit |
| Better waiting for ranch do em fore I want em done |
| Only care bout that speed while I do not catch this myth |
| Did half this tape sober, other half damn near unconscious |
| I been thinking I’ll end up broke if I keep, listening to my conscience |
| Probably at me, you be sliding through your grease neck |
| And yo guard and put up a match up in your gas |
| ‘Kay you fucking tried to chop it like |
| Drugs and beverage |
| And two bitches |
| This situation, I think I’m over it |
| I might drive really fast until I’m sober man |
| It’s almost dark and I’m just reaching for the morning, man |
| I hope the devil understand concepts of borrowing |
| I’m like ma, shut up, I can’t get rich off of sorrowin |
| I’m like ma, shut up, I can’t get rich off of sorrowin |
| Sorrowin, aye, aye |
| Aye |
| I’m rotting on the inside |
| I know why, she know why |
| We know why, she know why |
| We know why, aye |
| She know why |
| Aye |
| Like what happened to us |
| You see me never speak? |
| My momma say you always in your room |
| Just ecstasy |
| She thinking bout you |
| She got no fucking choice mama |
| Drop a song upon your birthday to fuck up your timeline |
| I’m hurt I heard you popping pills, getting fucked up with your new one |
| You was on my back for that, think back would’ve been too fun |
| Not addicted weakness |
| Woulda finish, when I finish counterfeiting |
| Talk to the bitch |
| I love you, fore she just butt out my lyrics |
| And I bet rotting on the inside |
| I know why, she know why |
| We know why, she know why |