Too much ice on my neck, I’m froze,
Too many ghosts in my texts, they close,
Jung Kook hit the high note, soul exposed,
Central Cee slid through with the quotes,
LAROI pour pain in every bar I wrote,
Lamb truck matte black, still feel broke,
Love left scars on my wrist in smoke,
I drown in lights but I still can’t float—
It’s too much, still ain’t enough,
Fame feel fake when the trust get tough.