Imaginary Friends - Nasty Jazz lyrics

There's no feeling bad
For myself because I'm
High heh heh
Yeah

When you come to realize everything
You ever had just died
And get up off the ground and
Wipe the tears from your eyes
You'll see everything is better
With a little suicide
At least that's what she told me when
She was a do or die
Then ironically what happened, a funeral
A surprise and all this make me do
Is wanna pull a homocide
I'm tryna make sense of it all
Key word trying
Still fighting in the midst of it all
I'm such a lion
God body had a fit with the law
But still I try and
Flew a lil too close to the sun
Still gliding
What you talking about, Chuuwee c'mon
You still grinding
Ain't no keys to a four door Porsche
It's not time and
No Jacob on your wrist still either, my my
What a shame you look so damn lame
Used to be fly in the rain
In some beat up Js drunk driving
Told Uber let me out halfway on my last dime
This one's sad yeah

Aiyo I think I'm 'bout to finally
Write a verse for my nigga
Too drunk off liquor
Two blunts for the vision
Moonshine from the bottle but never
Off of my pivot i always look up to the
Heavens wondering if you listen
I had a dream with your return
Everything is too distant
Everybody done changed me
Everything is so different
But, I just instinctively remember the
Advice you were giving
Never give up now, too far to be quitting
But then on days when I'm down
I can't find that wisdom so cloudy outside
I can't see through a prism
I feel like this shit is prison
Get me out if it isn't bail me out if it is
Sick of looking through fences
Well god damn I think I finally
Wrote a verse for my nigga
How I wish that you could pull
Up on me rolling a swisher
You my nigga for life
Still looking at pictures
Still looking at stars
I know it's you when they shimmer skywalker

Yo fuck this shit can we go kill something?
None of this shit is real anyway
Right let's go kill something