Windows, windows, windows, windows.

And then, I pour like a water I should wash.

Try not to listen to the news.

And lock the fuck in my head.

Put away all the abuse.

The shit in my life I regret.

They got the stuff in my shoes.

But shit has to die as it gets.

Put up the hate on the world.

The flow of my sound is dead.

I give up on what's not yet.

Do they have it like I have it?

They can't sleep at night with.

Silence leads me to a death.

Emotions they can't suppress.

This is the sound of their breath.

Wasn't enough, I went blind.

They call it my fucked up way.

Windows, windows, windows, windows.

I know I'm right.

I am a faggot.

Life's got me wasted.

Don't need no substance.

So hang up, baby.

Blunt box, I touch it.

But I don't update it.

You know I'm not popular on Instagram.

I'm world -wide famous.

Oh God, I hate it.

My life just changed quick.

Restart my program.

Software updated.

I worked and made it.

I worked and mixed it.

I know the future.

I'll be in Los Angeles.