Never one to try to blame my problems, never one to pass the buck
I coulda never flown out there but you know I had to try my luck
With this pretty lil' shorty, we been talking for some time
And you know we both tryna fuck
Touchin' on yo' body, kissin' on yo' neck
Do you like it slow, do you like it rough?
You gone make my heart erupt
Something seemed strange but I rode out the week
Couldn't put my finger on it, something was up
I got what I wanted but that's never enough
Passing out on the bed cannot take this
Forever thinking imma be chasing, waiting
For the fuckin' bag I should be making, hatin'
Shit's so whack I always change it
I'll give you a whole catalog of all the things I do myself
That slowly deteriorates any remaining health (Health)
Doin' anything in their power to show you who the boss (Fuckin' boss)
What kinda shit is it gonna take? How big of a cost? (Cost)
Give them a badge and gun, thinkin' they above the law (Law)
Begging you for forgiveness, haven't you had enough? (Had enough)
Have you had enough?
You on yo' knees begging for something you don't want
You on yo' knees just tryna please the fucking wrong one
I'm coming back, shawty you looking so bad, rain falling onto my back
Takahashi on my pants, now she wanna dance, I sell my soul for a stack
I'm always smoking this gas, rolling a spliffy and we rolling into the tracks
Got me staring at my hands, don't care 'bout these brands
She don't like it when I'm like that
Send a text and I don't write back, when I'm out I wear a tight mask
When you looking at me what do you see? Jolly Rodger on the high mast
I feel all the magic in all of these trees, I been tryna be just like that
Air forces up on both of my feet, needing gas and he's sliding to me
Baby I'm caught in your eyes shining in moonlight
I'm tryna get to my place, I'm tryna move right
Taking this blunt to the face, I'm getting too high
Christian Dior on my wrist, I got the two dice
Got these Ray-bans on my face but you know I can't really see
Very far past the fucking wall I built of insecurities
I'll never start a list of things to accomplish 'cause I know it won't get finished
Why can't you go mind yo' business? Another thing to add to my wish-list
Well, I wish you well
Don't worry, baby, I'll never tell
I'll go back to my old cell
6-feet down with the place to myself
I'll cave, every time I'll cave
You know my old ways
Everything that I say
Every move that I make