REALITY

POST MORTEM

Everything's the same, it's the same every day
Got the full outfit, even my socks are BAPE
Bape kicks, cocaine, and red with beige Levi's
Don't mess with my tonic, that's for the Bombay

Sometimes I feel like they're gonna stop loving me
People bore me, like playing chess
And my friends ask: What's wrong with you?
There are times I can't even leave my house

We went to that party just to check it out
I walk in and go straight, they don't even check the list
Next to our table are the Insta models
And by their faces, looks like they've never seen an artist

It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality

We left the party throwing bottles
All filled with little kids and the damn cops
Bitch, I don't want a selfie
My girl fell with her bestie
And I'm looking like Presley
Buying a shovel for the tranny

When I'm a bit drunk, I make friends with demons
Lost my wallet, Johnny's waiting in the limo
We popped Moët, Chandon on the ride
Running everything in red, we're breaking the law

It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality
It's a reality