[Lyric] Routes (Big Illinois)

Me and my baby mama at Routes, working
Maserati trucking thru trauma, fucking and house searching
I'd like a Porsche
But the gratitude is greater
I'm still barred up
And homies barred up-state

And I got demons and ghosts
I can't escape myself
Rate my self
The Top Ten
And then hate on myself
Play myself
I say cheese
And then I tape myself
Blow my own brains with green before I hang myself
Save myself
I swipe right on me, then I date myself
Love my own
Evеn when they cap, and try to play my help
...Lovе is an ocean, and I must save myself

Love is an ocean, and I must save my-self