[Verse 1]
I'm tryna make a mint, yet I've always hated menthol
I've traveled round the states, and every place was better than home
Cause home is full of hate that's why my plate i'd take with a thumb
Of vodka, or was it a finger, it doesn't matter, does it
Long as it makes me keep these poison thoughts locked in the closet
No Frank Ocean, no lame boasting, just pain coasting
Or coursing through my veins, you'll never hear me praying
Cause prayer is for pure ones, the people that still have hope
But I got as much as a bitch who's tryna bone the damn pope
Walk along me for a day and see what I could never say
And if you understand me then, then maybe we'll go all the way
Back to the days when I wasn't angry, wait that was never
So then you're angry at yourself, well girl you're awfully clever
And shit you're pretty too, the perfect combination
I asked her why she's crying, she said it's condensation

[Hook: Jean Deaux]
I had a couple drinks, and I wonder
If I could call you, tomorrow and borrow, your heart
See I've been stressing for a blessing
The one that would set me apart, set me apart
I got all my problems, but I no have no weed
When they say money solve 'em, I say "No, not me"
And I don't love no more, but I'll just let you be
Cause you see all my problems and you still had loved me

[Verse 2]
Well it was worth a shot, burning in this melting pot
She could never open up, even though I tried a lot
To pry her open like a stuck door handle, floral jeans
Was what she wore and she made it look good, by all means
Tell me how I like her while I fucking hate her clothes
Tell me how I despise her while I love her head to toes
Sell me your fake dreams, your sweet myths, your false hopes
Because I could use them all, I need a purpose to stay afloat
As right now my life is lacking one that I could mention
Asking awkward questions need a knife to cut this tension
And I could use that knife right now, cause I'm going out of my mind
Listening to Stevie Wonder, swerving sideways, driving blind
Fine, I lied, it's more like driving impaired
Cause I got one eye open and the other just stares
Back in the past, and it's got me feeling Seahawk blue
I ain't getting over you, so what do you propose we do?