Lyrics:

Face it, you don't wanna make it
I don't wanna be the one to tell it to your face and
You drop a couple hundreds on them pretty purple bapes
but you're riding on that debt like it's the reason that you stay

People talk about you like your nothing but a glider
Riding on their hips for money to replace your lighter
smoking pounds of grass you like the hits
makes you feel empowered
But your 30 with no job
You're nothing but a liar

Face it, you don't wanna make it
I don't wanna be the one to tell it to your face and
You drop a couple hundreds on them pretty purple bapes
but you're riding on that debt like it's the reason that you stay

Flying in the clouds, talkin shit like its a 9-5
talking bout your house, big garage but you cant even drive
Saying “yeah we made” all you made was 1s you found outside
Mother isnt proud, look at you, didnt even try

People talk about you like your nothing but a glider
Yeah your blood consists of weed and alcoholic cider
Talk about random shit like albino bengal tigers
Take another hit, that's not it? How are you not tired

Face it, you don't wanna make it
I don't wanna be the one to tell it to your face and
You drop a couple hundreds on them pretty purple bapes
but you're riding on that debt like it's the reason that you stay in it

<3

Face It (p. collo)

my eyes they tend to wander 
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