Part 1: bottled up (Milo)
[Verse 1: Milo]
Fuck, why is life so hard on me? Why couldn't it go easy?
The hate I’m shown is plenty, the love I'm shown is measly
And I have no, no reason to stay alive 'til spring
Man, I really fucking suck at this life thing
They tell me, "Keep your shit bottled up"
Then they expect me to think I have a lot of love
Saying, "We don’t want your baggage"
Then they expect my feelings to be average
[Verse 2: Milo]
You'd think after all this pain, I'd be savage, but I have no energy
How would I have any if nobody listens to me?
It's like these people don't have eyes to see (Open up)
And I'm ready to just up and leave (Fuck this stuff)
Part 2: sip (Josiah)
Pull up (Vroom, vroom)
In my Lamborghini
Body waist so teeny
Skinny like blini, drama (Uh)
I start it, I run shit
You gotta admit
If Beyonce is Queen Bee, I'm an empress
I'm desired, admired
Been hired, you’re fired
So old you could retire
Lookin’ at you makes me tired
Want a sip? Take a trip
Hit you with my gold whip
"You're a pip", that’s a quip
You just gypped, periodt