Yeah, I remember that day clear as day and I'll never forget it
Yah
Yeah, yeah, um
Mhm, yeah, yeah
Get me something to relax, babe
My thrill gone, my girl gone
Token ain't fit, just a bent bridge that I built this world on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Seventeen you couldn't tell me I wasn't gon' be the biggest deal
Failin' in that relationship showed me failure's in me still (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Caught on camera, baby found out her boyfriend got history
I fucked that whole shit up, it's done
That stuff woke up the bitch in me
Fucked around and signed this deal the same time my ambition leave (Yeah)
Supposed to be go-time now
I might just let them write that hit for me
"Where's the album? Where he at?"
They say "I love you" when you sad, you keep it real
To keep it real — I do not wanna write no raps
I wanna be distracted by them red high heels (Yeah)
Hit the scene, boom, chit-chat's getting real
I'm starting to think they only believe in me when I believe in me
But what would my referrals done?
Been a year, my girl gone
Irony about replacement bitch who fill my lust
I get so twisted with her, I can't even fuck
I'm a hit and miss, a loss, over budget
I'm a cost, I get lost inside the red just to show myself a boss
Scrapped the album another time, another time, another time
And time passed
Label spent a couple million on a fucking white flag
My mama don't like my...
Ayy, yeah
My mama don't like my bitch but she control me the best
This drink's the only reason don't feel like my throat's in my chest
It ain't bulimia if the shots just made the choices instead
My bitch the same, but she lil' worse
She wants to see bones through her flesh
I been so anxious when she hold my hand, she feel my heartbeat
And don't smoke 'round my sister bro, we just got the girl clean
She tryna recreate my ex, she made her hair curly
Baby, my sister hallucinating, gotta make sure the girl sleep
Lot of new homies, but they'll die for me before my old ones
They crackin' jokes, my drunk ass burned himself last time he rolled up
I used to feel some level of pride by not getting high that I say, you know
I feel more pride in highs, but now realize my lows are too low
She say she like the girls that shaped like Summer Walker, Doja Cat and Remy Ma
I know a few, but she don't wanna bring 'em in so I don't bring it up (The fights and arguments)
I might tell a lie, but I don't cheat, you know
The homies laugh at me being forgetful, but it's intentional
Yet we keep me in schedule, tight and perfected
'Cause when my schedule open up, then what am I left with?
I was out in L.A., baby called the dude "a friend"
Found out she fucked him, when I'm high, I forget it
But it always did for me