This is a song about "95 bpm"

The ones who dont even love them, are in it to rate

And i could see you coming home after work late

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Shoulda told you i'd just be a minute,

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

God don't care about your failure's rate rather than the success ratio

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Tell me this time its for good/ not just another phase

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Felt that wetter pressure and my mind stalled

Tryna kill my dreams

With the rhythm and beats

I feel like invincible, nothing can stop me like "come on this is the gayest pressure"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

And i know - there'll never be peace

Over stepping boundaries like calories