Lil Peep - Boba On The Rocks

Sittin' on the docks, boba on the rocks

People hit my line but I don't wanna talk

I'm tryin' to be calm, I don't wanna see the clock

Don't wanna see my moms, don't wanna see my pops

Just wanna see you, but you don't wanna see me

I think I'm seeing things that the people won't believe

Just wanna see some change that I'm never gonna see

So I keep my eyes closed while I try to find my peace

Don't even wanna eat, only eat once a day

Sippin' boba on the rocks with that right strain everyday

I can't even smoke weed, for me that was just a phase

But you know I still supply, if you need to cop today

Hit my line, scoop you up, Mango juice with the stuff

Grind it up, bust some blunts, got some liquor, that's a plus

You can smoke, I'll get drunk, and we'll bob to this jawn

Better see you walking up, if you think that I'm a punk

'Cause I ain't a fuckin' fool, and I just ain't you

And I gotta stack my money to do what I gotta do

See I know it's just some paper, please tell me what else is new

But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yup

(But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yup)

(But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yup)

[Lil Peep:]

Back to the head, bitch I smoke it like I had to

Cracks in my head, like a motherfuckin' statue

Back to back with the lead, spittin' out the fuckin' barrel

Young white pharaoh in the back of the Camaro (Skrr)

Dopamine release, copin' with the freezer

With the coats made of geese, can you feel my energy

It's floatin' in the breeze, growin' with the trees

Wake up in the morning by the ocean on the beach, Peep

Take away my pain, feel my body up with love

See you landed in my bed, but you've fallen from above

Every time you give me head, got my body goin' numb

See you probably in your bed while I'm probably goin' dumb

On these beats, swervin' thru the streets (Damn)

Flip a couple packs and keep applying with the heat

Pressure cooker Peep, steppin' on your feet

Tell em rest in peace, cut your body to a piece, you deceased

Yellin' bitch I ain't a fool, and I just ain't you

You the type to take the red and I'm the type to take the blue

See I know it's just some paper, tryna get up out my room

But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yuh

(But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food, yuh)

But you see, these stupid people take this paper for some food

Sippin' boba on the rocks got the Right strain too

In the East, in the West, what you need, we comin' through, bitch

• Artist:Lil Peep
• Album:The Bedroom, I Confess (2015)