text: Drain my blood, man
  Hospital, man
  Whole lot of Drain shit, man
  Fuck me like youre leaving
  Youre the only reason my hearts beating
  Heart racing uneven, pulse speeding
  Your boyfriend is a lame, I could be him
  Fuck me like youre leaving
  Fuck me like you got no, got no feelings
  Sinking feeling, wishing I was dreaming
  Im a keychain on your hook, just reel in
  Dog daycare, D&G choker
  Night-goer, Im a kush-blower
  Pop out like a gopher, move over
  Count it like a coder
  One, two, three, four, five, six, its over
  Ecco pull up in a Rover, Ima show her
  Ive been playing with my nose, uh, now my nose hurt
  Ima hit a home run, Im a striker
  I dont like her, I hate her
  Im just playin, yeah, I love her
  But its sad cause we dont like each other
  We dont go together
  Fuck it, I dont do this
  Ima move past it
  Ima move past it, I got it
  Drain Gang, I got dirty tricks, street magician
  Youre not on my level so we cant do competition
  I miss him, yeah, RIP Barron, yeah, I miss him
  I know we will be getting turnt in the second
  Bless him, take it all, teach him a lesson
  Drain Gang, I feel like we the new One Direction
  Thaiboy, yeah, I said it twice, free Thaiboy
  I dont want to be associated with you rappers
  Fuck your little check, your party, take me off it
  Fuck your free drinks, that shit just make me nauseous
  I fucked up a few times, it just make me cautious
  Fuck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this
  Ima hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses
  You cant hit me after eight cause then Im off it
  Ima make my way, dont have to pay no bloggers
  Ima get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith
  I dont know bout you, but me, I fiend that darkness
  Sleep-sleepwalking, burn my fucking carcass
  I know they hating on the low, I caught it
  Hole in my head, Im tryna find out who God is
  Baby, youre a goddess, youre flawless
  Im smoking cabbage, youre smoking on that garbage
  Fuck being an artist, I still will go the hardest
  You a worker, I see your ass at Target
  Fuck your little check, your party, take me off it
  Fuck your free drinks, that shit just make me nauseous
  I fucked up a few times, it just make me cautious
  Fuck your little helping hand, yeah, I got this
  Ima hold this bag, you go and pay your bosses
  You cant hit me after eight cause then Im off it
  Ima make my way, dont have to pay no bloggers
  Ima get behind the gate, yeah, like a locksmith