Intro
Notice me, singin' my pain just like Jodesy 
Notice me, singin' my pain just like Jodesy 
Notice me, singin' my pain just like Jodesy 
Hol' up, like

Chorus
I just popped a xan, can't think about you (Ooh) 
Cut it on my wrist in the booth (Ooh) 
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true (Yeah) 
Rather be dead than with you 
Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon 
Fuckin' on a thot I ain't knew (Okay) 
Count a hunnid bands in the room (Okay) 
Thumbin' through the stacks in my Choos, like 
I just popped a xan, can't think about you (I can't think) 
Cut it on my wrist in the booth 
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true 
Rather be dead than with you 
Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon 
Fuckin' on a thot I ain't knew 
Count a hunnid bands in the room 
Thumbin' through the stacks in my Choos, like

Post-Chorus
Ooh, ooh, ayy 
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh 
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (Hol' up, like) 
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh 
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Verse
Took a while for you to notice me (Facts) 
Singin' my pain just like Jodesy (Ooh) 
I've been thumbin' through bands so ferociously (Ooh) 
And I keep them bags just like some groceries (Ooh) 
And I'm poppin' on pills, got me jaded (Facts) 
Poppin' on xans and I'm all in the matrix (Facts) 
No, your new nigga can't beat me, he fakin' 
No, you won't fuck with me, baby, stop playing, saying 
Now I'm back in my bubble, no muffle, that's depression (Yuh) 
Thumbin' through the guap, about you I'm not stressin' (Yuh) 
Kick your shit, check your shit, walkin' in Giuseppe's 
Kick your shit, check your shit, walkin' in Giuseppe's 
But I'm thinkin' 'bout you on the low-low 
Got me all hard copying all these photos 
Heard your new nigga, yeah, he so-so (Facts) 
He can't fuck you like I do, yeah you know so (Ayy) 
Real shit, that's a fact, yeah my heart not intact (Uh) 
Thinkin' 'bout the days I used to fuck it from the back (Uh) 
Got me callin' on your phone, yeah, I'm askin' "where you at?" (Uh) 
Callin' on your phone, yeah, I'm askin' "where you at?" 
When you know you need daddy, you can sit upon his lap (Uh) 
Bang up on my line, I'ma answer, that's facts (Yeah, okay) 
Got me clutchin' on my [?], I'ma upper on this [?] 
Got me clutchin' on my [?], I'ma upper on this [?]

Chorus
Like, I just popped a xan, can't think about you (Ooh)
Cut it on my wrist in the booth (Ooh)
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true (Yeah)
Rather be dead than with you
Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon
Fuckin' on a thot I ain't knew (Okay)
Count a hunnid bands in the room (Okay)
Thumbin' through the stacks in my shoes, like
I just popped a xan, can't think about you (I can't think)
Cut it on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true
Rather be dead than with you
Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon
Fuckin' on a thot I ain't knew
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin' through the stacks in my shoes, like

Post-Chorus
Ooh, ooh, ayy
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh
Yeah yuh, yeah yuh (Hol' up, like)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Outro
I just popped a xan, can't think about you
Cut it on my wrist in the booth
Yeah, I'm in my feelings, that's true
Rather be dead than with you
Popped two, three percs, now I'm floating on the moon
Fuckin' on a thot I ain't knew
Count a hunnid bands in the room
Thumbin' through the stacks in my Choos, like
I just popped a xan, can't think about you