[Intro]
My mind won't stop running (ayy)
Won't stop
(808 mafia)
My mind won't stop running

[Chorus]
Think I just pulled my hamstring
Tried to but I can't sleep
Keep looking at this damn screen
Mini me in my head
Do a cartwheel
Do a backhand spring
Finna be in my bed counting up sheep till that's a stampede
(99, 100)
Thinking 'bout shit, I'm antsy
Tried to but I can't sleep
Keep looking at this damn screen
Mini me in my head
Do a cartwheel
Do a backhand spring
Finna be in my bed counting up bread until my hands bleed
(99, 100)

[Verse 1]
This my final fantasy
[?] became a vanity
If I keep this chip on my shoulder I might go gambling
If I get through four more seasons they might try to cancel me
I might plead insanity
I might try Christianity
But God is not a fan of me
I call, he never answer me
I reflect on goals I had before my soul abandoned me
If I'm pro at anything you know I'm pro profanity
Look
[Verse 2]
When I'm on drugs I become much nicer
When I come down I bеcome up-tighter
Drink six, sevеn, eight, nine Budweiser
Sum' like Tiger, young drunk driver
Hit a lil bump, that's a lil bug biter
Hit a big rig, eighteen truck tires
Crying so hard
Can't see what's in front of me
Think I'ma need new windshield wipers, ooh
Swerving through the lane like I'm Kyrie Irving, yeah
This shit come in waves like I'm body surfing, yeah
Just another day, just another day
I can't run away from it
My mind won't stop running

[Chorus]
Think I just pulled my hamstring
Tried to but I can't sleep
Keep looking at this damn screen
Mini me in my head
Do a cartwheel
Do a backhand spring
Finna be in my bed counting up sheep till that's a stampede
(99, 100)
Thinking 'bout shit, I'm antsy
Tried to but I can't sleep
Keep looking at this damn screen
Mini me in my head
Do a cartwheel
Do a backhand spring
Finna be in my bed counting up bread until my hands bleed
(99, 100)
[Outro]
My mind won't stop running
Won't stop