hoboken (prod. rotten)

Macabre//Rotten ยท hoboken is melting (ft. Yung Jesus)

I'm looking at the sky and I'm left wondering
No job no money but the loan payemnts are plundering
I'm tired. Tired of the uncertainty of it all
I've been waiting all night but no phone calls
Puffing on my pipe, the pack I spent a hundred on
Sold my stocks to get high, emergency wallet called upon
Whitepilled and blackpilled, at the same time
Delta variant in the air I could die at anytime

Watching all my friends move on to higher places
Meanwhile I'm stuck in a place with no train stations
Most of my white friends turned out to be racists
So why would I talk to them unless I was an agent
I collect my enemies info like one but its a fantasy
Too scared to show up at their houses, of the authorities
You can't do anything in this world without consent
Everyone just acts serious, it's all just pretense

mRNA in my blood, they say the worst is over
But we're still wearing masks, this pandemic's not over
My heart beating faster and faster every day I wake up
Anxieties bubbling in my stomach wait a second hold up
At the crossroads one fourth point and I'm making moves
I'm taking a stand, I can do what I want, don't approve
My name is Yung Jesus and I don't play no games
If I don't like you in the hudson they'll find the remains
I'm running the operation doing crimes on the PATH
Quiet nigga in person but y'all aint seen my wrath
Rotten pins nolasco down and i come in for the finish
Watch the life drain from his face he's dead in a minute
One good deed done but after a while it's all forgotten.

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