Yes
Feeling too faded I guess
It's a fucking mess
But she's feeling too good for the stress
And I told her to back it up on me
And it's best that I stack it up on me
And I told her to act like she want me
Now she want to come back, but don't call me
And yes, maybe that's all that she wrote
Taking it back on a note, I cannot say that I back what I know
Keep it a stack on the low
You couldn't say what I lack, and I don't
(You wouldn't tell me that I'm wrong)
And I'm on 'till I'm in it, I've been smoking out the bong
Every song that I've written
I'll admit it, I'm tryna live 'till I'm gone
It ain't hard to forget it, but when I'm finished, I'm done
And if it's wrong that I did it, then I'll admit what I've drawn
And I'm on 'till I'm in it, I've been smoking out the bong
Every song that I've written
I'll admit it, I'm tryna live 'till I'm gone
It ain't hard to forget it, but when I'm finished, I'm done
And if it's wrong that I did it, then I'll admit what I've drawn
You tell me one thing
"I don't wanna be the same"
I don't wanna feel a thing
You were once a part of me
All these thoughts I can't explain
I can't express what Imma be
What Imma be...
I've been running for a minute, but she told me don't regret it
Now she fucking wanna end it
Why you talking independent now?
Talking like you know me, how the fuck you gonna get it now?
Tossing what you showed me and it's fuck you, yes I said it now
Fuck, it ain't no different from the two
I've been cutting through the curtains
I've been ripping through the noose
You don't scrape beyond the surface
You don't listen to the truth
What I state is not for certain
What I make is not for you
Look, no thoughts
Why you looking around for the lost?
When the fuck did you care 'bout a cost?
Tryna hold on to the shit that I tossed
Take no chance, for the shit that I never would cross
What it make when I'm making it dance
Make an advance and I'm taking it off
Not here to talk shit, you know the talking ain't nothing but nonsense
I've been too busy with making the profits
She know the thought of it's making me nauseous
We don't got time for the point of the process
How unfortunate you get
It's a fortune that you spent, what part of torture don't you get?
And I'm on 'till I'm in it, I've been smoking out the bong
Every song that I've written
I'll admit it, I'm tryna live 'till I'm gone
It ain't hard to forget it, but when I'm finished, I'm done
And if it's wrong that I did it, then I'll admit what I've drawn
And I'm on 'till I'm in it I've been smoking out the bong
Every song that I've written
I'll admit it, I'm tryna live 'till I'm gone
It ain't hard to forget it, but when I'm finished, I'm done
And if it's wrong that I did it, then I'll admit what I've drawn
...
Push through my bones, it's alright
You should've known that I left you be
I find it hard, to stay alive
It's alright, I'll be fine