Lyrics

[Intro: Shepard Smith & XXXTENTACION] Well, it looks like he's a little disoriented or something It's always possible the guy could be on something Um, (Woah, oh my god) Get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off, get off it, get off it Get off it! Get off it! Ayy, Very Rare Boyz (Get off it!) Sad, so sad (Get off it!) [Verse: XXXTENTACION & Shepard Smith] See my reflection is vague Looks are deceptive, they're changing directive And will leave your heart in a daze (Get off it) Minds in a maze, without a complaint I'm charging and winning the race Knock-knock, who's there? Young bitch, what you meant to me? Couldn't be the same, if you vent to me Now I pop these Xans and this Ecstasy (Get off it) Any motherfucker that could love a motherfucker Could've loved another nigga at the first, you see And they changin' your mind and the time And that nine could of made that big hurt, you see Hercules, with a heart full of dark Should've known from the start "Bitch, fuck, retard" in the mind and shit Vague as shit (Ahh!) Vague as shit (Ahh!) In this ocean, yeah, paint it red (Paint it red) Where the dead surface (Where the dead, ah), dead surface In this ocean, yeah, paint it red (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Brain dead (Surf—) Brain dead (Get off it)