I pop another Perc, call it déjà vu,
ghost in my cup, she said “I miss you too.”
Diamonds do the backstroke, swimming in the dark,
Uzi on the zoom, Juice still breaking hearts.
Money on my mind, but the memories won’t fade,
love letters in the ash tray, promises we spray-painted.
We was sky-high, now we sky-lost,
angel wings clipped, still counting up the cost.
Wasted youth, wasted truth, wasted you—
if I OD tonight, just play this tune.