Lyrics Coffin - Lo-Key

Brandon you so damn soft you know this shit exhausting
Why you keep on acting like you out of options
Brandon you so damn soft you know this shit exhausting
Why you keep on acting like you in a coffin
Dead dead
I put a k and a k in the bank
I put a k and a k in the safe
Keep looking back look where I came
Me and that person yeah we not the same
Not the same no no
Give me my commas
I need bread
I need Prada
I don't wanna talk about shit that I gotta
Talk about egos yeah I am your alter
You my son I'm your father
I'm on rhode talking Lana
I need bands talking lotta
Could you come like any softer woah

Person inside of me
Tell me you doubting me
I don't why you were coming you lie to me
I don't know what you think that you find in me
You are the person that I am just tryna be
You are the opposite the other side of me
Woah
Zombie talking
Feel like I'm a zombie walking
Feel like I am johnie walker Texas ranger
I don't know what just awakened
Hi-key you can't fucking tame him
Hate when you just fuck his name up
Yeah I'm popping these pills again
I'm keeping it real again
I just wanna feel again to feel again
I wanna go touch me a million
A billion
I gotta go get it I reel it in
Lo-key is really out here wanna run it up
He ain't confident so he always just fuck it up
And he start to fucking talking tell him knock it off
Cause if he fucking does it Hi-key showing up
Okay
It's whatever
Woke up in the graveyard
We are not the same dawg
Hi-key is the savior
I am here to stay dawg
I was just dead and I did it again
People they know me on all of the ends
People they talk to me know we ain't friends
If you won't say it well Hi-key can
Hi-key out
It's Hi-key now
It's Hi-key now
Yeah and the fuck out the coffin
She wanna top it
Fucking that bitch she mad obnoxious
Sipping that blue that shit hypnotic
I'm here

Brandon you so damn soft you know this shit exhausting
Why you keep on acting like you in a coffin
Dead dead
I put a k and a k in the bank
I put a k and a k in the safe
Keep looking back look where I came
Me and that person yeah we not the same
Not the same no no
Give me my commas
I need bread
I need Prada
I don't wanna talk about shit that I gotta
Talk about egos yeah I am your alter
You my son I'm your father
I'm on rhode talking Lana
I need bands talking lotta
Could you come like any softer woah