Exaggerated [or, No Prospects]

Ddert bag pitfall?
You don't exaggerate or anything like
T-t-t

Tell me what you want
I'm not tryna be a nice guy
Dirty cup with drugs and you know
I paid a high price
I think I'm connected, it's the WiFi
I'm starin' at the sun it's such
A bright light
He wanna gamble with his life
He might die it's not my fault
I'm Prada steppin' on this
Ice it might crack
I know you don't have my back

You know I need one more chance
Making your diamonds all dance
Magic, one wave of my hands
Bad debt was paid in advance
Was paid in advance my diamonds dance
You couldn't like it
I know, you'll never mind it

Drugs in my email
No, we couldn't talk thousand meters away
I could never live with your face in my head
I think I'm off better off dead
You got cigarette breath
And it looks like your friends hate me
Tried to play the game the right way
Now you treat me like a baby
Foam is flowing from my mouth
This Uber thinkin' that I'm crazy
Made a plea for peace and comfort
Now my demons actin' shady
Never asked for much from no one
I think I'm chosen to the lay the roses out
On anybody who bespoken
And Ephraim Winslow, well
Now he got a spiffy clean slate
And Thomas Howard, he don’t no prospects