[Intro/Bridge: Ricki Monique]
This shit feel like 20 when we couldn't get no ID
Bowl in the dorm room
Now they wanna fine me
Weed in the joint rolled
Hit it kinda lightly
I just wanna feel something, I'm just tryna feel
This shit feel like jogging suits we rocked in the 90s
Daddy with the Jays on, mama in the Nikes
Putting in my ponytails, wrapped real tightly
I just wanna feel something, I'm just tryna feel
[Verse 1: Ricki Monique]
All my friends have bled, led me back again
Dark out all my thoughts or I self-deprecate instead
Wrapped up all my rocks and now I wear them 'round my neck
Put myself in spots I pray I'm never back again
I swear I'm softer when I'm stoned, then alone hits better
Look popping by the messages, they all been delivered
Had to sober up the pen 'cause my songs not hitting
Really writing just to throw it all away, not driven
Niggas wanna rev their engines
This is not a fucking race, my pace, no tension
They biting off the craft just to make a few million
I exist as a creative, what I make, I feel it
[Hook: yourbeautifulruin]
Searching
For your best life
Always wondered how the birds could fly so high
You will fall in
Into the moment
How will they remember me after I die
[Verse 2: Ricki Monique]
Only want me when I'm
Finished and polished
Shit on my eyelids
Contour on my cheekbones
In fabrics you call stylish
Hi, kid! Never say it back, why you so silent
I am not your Barbie doll, I talk outside the private
This shit is personal, this shit ain't workable
Most shit ain't personal, wrote this verse on some versatile virtual vibes
These niggas post they wanna pop til it's actually time
To put the work in
Internal searching, sit with the verbiage
To dream gon' take some courage
Pack light minimal storage
To see gon' be euphoric
I'm talking to myself, some shit I'm learning is important
Writing notes to future me, guess you could call this work Herstoric
[Hook: yourbeautifulruin]
Searching
For your best life
Always wondered how the birds could fly so high
You will fall in
Into the moment
How will they remember me after I die
[Bridge/Outro: Ricki Monique]
This shit feel like 20 when we couldn't get no ID
Bowl in the dorm room
Now they wanna fine me
Weed in the joint rolled
Hit it kinda lightly
I just wanna feel something, I'm just tryna feel
This shit feel like jogging suits we rocked in the 90s
Daddy with the Jays on, mama in the Nikes
Putting in my ponytails, wrapped real tightly
I just wanna feel something, I'm just tryna feel
This shit feel like 20 when we couldn't get no ID
Bowl in the dorm room
Now they wanna fine me
Weed in the joint rolled
Hit it kinda lightly
I just wanna feel something, I'm just tryna feel
This shit feel like jogging suits we rocked in the 90s
Daddy with the Jays on, mama in the Nikes
Putting in my ponytails, wrapped real tightly
I just wanna feel something, I'm just tryna feel
[Verse 1: Ricki Monique]
All my friends have bled, led me back again
Dark out all my thoughts or I self-deprecate instead
Wrapped up all my rocks and now I wear them 'round my neck
Put myself in spots I pray I'm never back again
I swear I'm softer when I'm stoned, then alone hits better
Look popping by the messages, they all been delivered
Had to sober up the pen 'cause my songs not hitting
Really writing just to throw it all away, not driven
Niggas wanna rev their engines
This is not a fucking race, my pace, no tension
They biting off the craft just to make a few million
I exist as a creative, what I make, I feel it
[Hook: yourbeautifulruin]
Searching
For your best life
Always wondered how the birds could fly so high
You will fall in
Into the moment
How will they remember me after I die
[Verse 2: Ricki Monique]
Only want me when I'm
Finished and polished
Shit on my eyelids
Contour on my cheekbones
In fabrics you call stylish
Hi, kid! Never say it back, why you so silent
I am not your Barbie doll, I talk outside the private
This shit is personal, this shit ain't workable
Most shit ain't personal, wrote this verse on some versatile virtual vibes
These niggas post they wanna pop til it's actually time
To put the work in
Internal searching, sit with the verbiage
To dream gon' take some courage
Pack light minimal storage
To see gon' be euphoric
I'm talking to myself, some shit I'm learning is important
Writing notes to future me, guess you could call this work Herstoric
[Hook: yourbeautifulruin]
Searching
For your best life
Always wondered how the birds could fly so high
You will fall in
Into the moment
How will they remember me after I die
[Bridge/Outro: Ricki Monique]
This shit feel like 20 when we couldn't get no ID
Bowl in the dorm room
Now they wanna fine me
Weed in the joint rolled
Hit it kinda lightly
I just wanna feel something, I'm just tryna feel
This shit feel like jogging suits we rocked in the 90s
Daddy with the Jays on, mama in the Nikes
Putting in my ponytails, wrapped real tightly
I just wanna feel something, I'm just tryna feel
( Ricki Monique )
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