carnival row PT.2

DuYhuH8Me

4 AM

Don't smoke without me

Antsy (Pantz Me)  prod booby

IG: @_citra40_

lyrics:

Im in that mode I had to tell a bitch dont bother me
They tried to steal the swag but they cant even do that shit properly 
They seen the bags on me make em think I hit a robbery
She been fucking with me tell her friends she won the lottery

I can't lie
Most of them hoes don’t love me they just love that life
I had to cover my face up feeling like mankind
Know part of me still tripping bout her and I, you and I
Her and I, you and I
Right now things ain’t align
She said go without me you’ll be fine
She know that I’ll be flying
Maybe in another life in some other time we’ll be alright

Now i gotta move gotta get it done 
Got nothing to lose I turn it up
My pockets blue they weigh a ton 
We stunt too they hating us 
I’m in front I ain’t trailing em
Pump fake hesi I made em jump
Pretty boy I get paid to fuck
Hoes try to find they way to us
But they just got fake love 
Bitch I don’t feel love
I lost a real one
She lost a real one
Hope some can heal us
But fuck it ima keep on doing my shit
Citra boy fly as shit 

I can't lie
Most of them hoes don’t love me they just love that life
I had to cover my face up feeling like mankind
Know part of me still tripping bout her and I, you and I
Her and I, you and I

Her and I (prod. stxndos rckts & 5inco)

Blow

"Take another shot of all the good stuff"

Lingerie (Club)

Where Do You Go

lyrics:
Yeah, I woke up on the floor again 
don’t clap, don’t cheer, it’s not impressive.
Just another night of being
my own worst roommate,
sleeping next to crushed beer cans
and a pile of unpaid dreams.

The fridge is empty
except for a note that says “keep going.”
Yeah sure, man.
Real inspirational.
Maybe I’ll eat the optimism
since it’s the only thing left.

And the world keeps spinning
like a middle finger on a playground,
rich kids laughing
’cause they bought the swings
their daddies built.

So congrats, you’re winning,
while I’m here rotting in my childhood hoodie.
You’ve got gold spoons and perfect lives,
I’ve got panic attacks with personalities.
Congrats, you’re shining,
I’m just flickering like a dying streetlight.
But hey,
at least I’m honest enough
to admit I’m not okay.

My phone buzzes,
just another “sorry, we went with someone else.”
Yeah, no shit.
Didn’t expect you’d hire the guy
with depression deluxe edition
and a side of trauma fries.

Outside the window,
the world looks photoshopped.
Everyone filtered, married, employed,
meanwhile I’m celebrating
that I didn’t cry in the shower today.
Small victories, I guess.

Maybe I’m angry,
maybe I’m tired,
maybe both,
like a broken machine
still doing the job
but screaming inside the metal.

So congrats, you’re winning,
while I’m here stapling my life together.
You’ve got trust funds and bright futures,
I’ve got coping skills I Googled at 2 AM.
Congrats, you’re glowing,
I’m static in a dead radio.
But hey,
at least I’m honest enough
to admit I’m not okay.

You ever get so lonely
you start arguing with your own reflection?
He’s a jerk, by the way.
Keeps telling me I should be “grateful.”
Grateful for what?
The trauma? The debt?
The privilege of surviving the tutorial level?
Nah man.
Not today.

But I still dance in the wreckage 
Still here still breathing 
Don’t know why but I am.

So congrats, you’re winning.
I’m still here.
Barely.
But here.
And maybe that’s worth
something.

Don't smoke without me

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