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[Intro]
Who the fuck calling me, bruh
Who the fuck?
I thought I blocked this bitch
The fuck?

[Verse]
Antidepressants got my mind set
Can’t remember how, I gotta date back and reset
Made, “i love u so much that i hate it” ‘cause of rejects
Reminisce on cannabis, I can’t resist but pessimist insisted
Shoutout Robbie from Rochester, ‘cause he risked it, he risked it
Father bought the meals and my mama made the brisket
Shoutout to my family ‘cause they risked it for the biscuit
That was corny but I don’t know how to speak my mind, shit
Wait, ‘cause I made it out of hyperpop, I popped out
Shootin’ shit, I flock out
Shoutout Initials, glock out
Talk shit then I talk out
Win shit and I walk out
Fuck your beef, I call out
All this shit made me blackout, aha

[Interlude]
Bro I would just say shit on hyperpop
Then I went to plugg
Then I went to indie, bro
And talked about some real shit and some heartbreak
Now I just speak my mind, bro? Fuck

[Verse 2]
Need to calm it down but shoutout to the Irkens
Made me save my sound now I’m a different person
But this shit is sad ‘cause I know the old me is lurking
Need to be a better me ‘cause the old me never working, yeah
Damn, date it back, I was never getting humbled
Need someone to be like that, so I know I never fumble
‘08 baby, I’m still young, though I start to feel the crumble
I can sit here by my lone without notice like a puddle

[Interlude 2]
It’s crazy to think about, bro
I made it this far
Bro like, how did I even make it here?
Seventeen

[Verse 3]
Age twelve, I started it
Thirteen, I bothered it
Fourteen, I honored it
Fifteen, I understood it
Sixteen was wild, damn, got a lot of regrets
Seventeen will be better ‘cause I got a lot of projects
Damn, what’s next? The respects
Can’t make my mind like presets
To my mind, I refresh
Don’t need to retest
Damn, my reflexes
Bigger picture, Texas
Best in flexing, I don’t need no resting

[Outro: XXXTENTACION]
17
A collection of nightmares, thoughts, and real-life situations I've lived
17 is the number tattooed on the right side of my head
My own personal number
Soon to be explained in future interviews or instances
By listening to this album, you are literally
And I cannot stress this enough, literally entering my mind
And if you are not willing to accept my emotion and hear my words fully, do not listen

how did i make it to seventeen?

pessimist