Lowkey As Hell

I just cried into a shirt I could never afford last year

My Drake problems, my fake problems

But it's really how I'm feeling here

I guess at least my work is working, right?

I think people like me better when I'm hurt inside

They say it's not true and they hope I'm alright

But their eyes probably rolled at the first line

I like cool shirts, I like cold rings

I want a big house, but I'm hiding

I think I'm halfway there, but my heart feels off so

What's the point in being great if I'm great alone?

If you need me now

I'll be there somehow

I'll pick you up, we can ride

I'll fly away like I bought my own airline

I'll take you with me, we can ride

I'll probably die in my apartment I couldn't afford last year (Yeah, come on)

My Drake problems sound thoughtless

But it's all brand new, and I promise I'm being really honest

When I'm getting up the guts to say that

I haven't had a day off since my blue hair

And I combat how the pressure feels

I should call my parents more just to say that I'ma be okay

So they don't worry every day, I'll say

I like cool shirts, I like cold rings

I want a big house, but I'm hiding

I want a brain that doesn't hate me

I wanna see my stupid fucking friends daily

If you need me now

I'll be there somehow

I'll pick you up, we can ride, whoop

I'll fly away like I bought my own airline

I'll take you with me, we can ride

I'm highkey and lowkey as hell

Your diva, I just wanna see ya'

I'm highkey and lowkey as hell

Your sweetheart, don't wanna be apart

I'm highkey and lowkey as hell

Your diva, I just wanna see ya'

I'm highkey and lowkey as hell

Your sweetheart, don't wanna be apart