This is a song about "These n must be lazy"

I must be different inside

Over me the same peeps that have died

You must be getting faded

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

I'mma let you hang chick

So you must be cynic,

Dress pimping-like and toast like less when

More mistakes could be made ‘n

Why you ignorin these feelins between us, must be that "l" word

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

And i don't rely on no bitches

I must be dismissive,

Your vision must be blurry

I reel them in, goadomes on see