Last night I watched myself self sleep
Like for a whole week
See I was sleeping by the creek
Trying to soul seek
Sitting here talking to myself
There's nobody else
They all just fell of the shelf
But I don't need any help
It's what I'm taking Its prolly just really getting to me
I hope I go out like rappers up in the industry
To like a pill or to get shot without no enemies
See I been through a lot
And now it's barley hitting differently
Let's just be honest I don't think she really feeling me
It takes a double text to get the love I really need
Let's just be honest I don't think she really feeling me
It takes a double text to get the love I really need
Ok now let's talk bout that ex-bitch
Not one from Texas
I'm talking 'bout the one who stab my back like I expected
But we moved up from that
Sorry I don't fuck with that
Onto to better things like look at me and where the fuck I'm at-at
Bitch-bitch I'm shooting for the stars
Smoking waking up on Mars
And like I said it before bitch I am a Rockstar
Shout out Tiffiny out in the DMV aye
Stuck in my room smoking in some shit it got me saying
Aye, aye, yuh yuh yuh yuh, aye, aye
Yuh yuh yuh yuh, aye, aye
Aye, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Aye, yuh yuh yuh yuh
Aye, yuh yuh yuh yuh, aye
Let's just be honest I don't think she really feeling me
It takes a double text to get the love I really need
Let's just be honest I don't think she really feeling me
It takes a double text to get the love I really need