[Refrain: vict molina]
Alone in bed staring at my ceiling fan while I think of you wishing it was a dream instead

[Chorus: ar ginger]
Designer yet to keep me happy
I’m still fucked up on these habits
I still cry ‘cuz I don’t have her
Gucci rags can’t satisfy me

[Verse: ar ginger]
Cover my face
What a fucking shame
Bet I won the race
But it ain’t feel the same
And I know well
All these lyrics give me game
And I thought that I was lame
I called and she called me lame
Trynna count all the times I tame
Remember I used to be the one she blame
She’s the one playing games
Now I wanna be solo
See the sun set at a slow mo
Should I die here
Should I
My family
Couldn't do it
Hypergamy
Made her use me
Welcome to the red pill
Open my third eye
She asked if I was ill
She saw how I bled, right
[Refrain: vict molina]
Alone in bed staring at my ceiling fan while I think of you
Alone in bed staring at my ceiling fan while I think of you wishing it was a dream instead

[Chorus: ar ginger]
Designer yet to keep me happy
I’m still fucked up on these habits
I still cry ‘cuz I don’t have her
Gucci rags can’t satisfy me