MILK - Chuuwee, iMAGiNARY oTHER

I can’t get along with, no one

Who you wanna phone with

Lurkin' on my lonesome

I can’t smoke no bogus

Ain’t got to be explosive, the strongest

I can’t get along with no one

Who you wanna phone with

Coping with my demons was a long one

Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one

I can’t fuck with no one

I’m in love with no one

I can eat my own beefs and I’m gon shoot my own gun

If you really real you will mention all your weakness and defences then own 'em

Idol fight your demons I could loan you

Don’t turn into the old you

Don’t let them niggas mold you

Don’t let no bitch corrode you

I told you

All that bullshit you let them door-to-door-sale people sold you that

He saying she can really mold you

It’s old news, the old you

Probably might have deaded that and domed you

Don’t be your suicide, don’t let your pettiness control you

Don’t let niggas pwn you

Every chance they get they gon expose you

Gotta stay Quioxte with them hoes too

You can’t tell no secrets to your bros too

You walk forever in her gold shoes

Brang money back to old dudes

I can’t get along with, no one

Who you wanna phone with

Lurkin' on my lonesome

I can’t smoke no bogus

Ain’t got to be explosive, the strongest

I can’t get along with no one

Who you wanna phone with

Coping with my demons was a long one

Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one

I can’t fuck with no one

I’m in love with no one

I can eat my own beefs and I’m gon shoot my own gun

Yeah

I came with my vices in the face if I ain’t high already

TSA won’t let me board because I’m fly already

I was tongue kissing with death, I should have died already

For the ending where she whispered that I die, already

Blowing out the Chevvy bitch, my mind so heavy

It get hard to lift my spirits, yes I tried already

Carpool with some boppers they look fire already

For whatever cuz I kick the game like Lionel Messi

Argentina for my rehab got my mind more steady

Tryna look into the sunlight, the blinds won’t let me

If niggas on the crib don’t try to pull up breaking levies

Or a suicidal groupie then my mind gon' get me

I can’t get along with, no one

Who you wanna phone with

Lurkin' on my lonesome

I can’t smoke no bogus

Ain’t got to be explosive, the strongest

I can’t get along with no one

Who you wanna phone with

Coping with my demons was a long one

Elixir made my double cup I had to drink a strong one

I can’t fuck with no one

I’m in love with no one

I can eat my own beefs and I’m gon shoot my own gun

Everybody I ever tried to do good for, with, or to had fucked up perceptions of

me after they couldn’t achieve their… interior, ulterior, alternative

whatever the fuck the motives are, look.

All I ever did was keep it solid.

And every time somebody get me wrong they want me to look as bad as they feel

— nah fuck that, fuck that.

I had to shake that off, that’s no way to start the

trip.

So I tried to cut on some old cartoons, shit was funny for a second.

I looked up, there’s this dude in a bag, almost like — almost like the dude in

with the fake … whatever look it up.

So I’m totally fried eggs at this point

right, I guess I might as well embrace him right.

(Bro you tryna watch Looney

Toons g?) Then I turn the TV up and — (Yo, what the fuck?)