I don’t feel stresso,
Rollin’ with my bro Enzo,
She said “where this go?”
Told her “welcome to the friendzone.”

Late nights, neon glow,
Fast life but my mind slow,
Money dance, ten toes,
Cold heart like the winter snow.

I don’t chase no fake love,
Too high, stars above,
City lights, black gloves,
Still survive when it gets rough.

Enzo in the back with the loud smoke,
Everybody talk but they all jokes,
Broken hearts turn to hard quotes,
Now I drift away on the coastline roads.

I don’t feel stresso,
Laughin’ through the echo,
Shawty want a hero,
But my heart on zero.

Friendzone, friendzone,
Now she blow my phone,
Too late, I’m gone,
King sittin’ on my throne.