[Intro: Lil Finesser Prince]
Everything makes sense now
But everything... Is not what It seems like
[Verse 1: Lil Finesser Prince]
Wrote this tape for a b*tch that don't even love me no more
f*ck that b*tch, I f*ck that b*tch and then i move
Shoutout to them junkies give me money, just to think about it
But I don't think about It
Because I ain't stressing sh*t
Pull out a blade on these crackers to see who really with the sh*ts
Then I take a sip, or two, so I feel alright
Got your b*tch throwing it back, she ain't feelin' alright
But f*ck this sh*t, this sh*t press me
I can't, this sh*t stress me (You know)
Yeah, yeah yeah, I f*ck with that, keep it, keep it
When I'm done with my goals and everything, I might isolate myself somewhere... (Maybe Stockholm, Ha ha)
[Bridge: Lil Finesser Prince & Jants]
Stockholm, Aye, Aye (Get It)
Jants come here, man (Stockholm)
Mmmmmh, hmmmm, yeah Stockholm (Mmmmmh, hmmmm)
Yeah, yeah Mmmmmh, hmmmm
[Outro: Jants]
Mmmmmh, hmmmm
Mmmmmh, hmmmm
Mmmmmh, hmmmm
Mmmmmh, hmmmm (Asta)