I know it hurts, but this is my favorite way (Yeah)

I know it's hard, but please, just hear what I say

If I could fly through a California night

I'd end up back on 37th Street

At the dark end (Yeah), of the street (It's all my fault, all my fault)

The dark end (Like), of the street (Say, mm-hmm, oh)

Dark end (Oh-oh, oh) of the street (Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, yeah)

That's where we always meet (Uh-huh, always meet)

Uh, uh-oh

In the Murci' with my flannel with my Vans on

Out in Brooklyn with Ciarán makin' these damn songs

This my vacation, this my Cancún

To my brothers who I love, I know I failed you

Linked up with Ameer to see what he been up to

I praise God for the days that we been through

Some days, I face God, some days, I see the devil too

I was nervous, ain't know what I was gettin' into

Dog, I seen growth, dog, I seen change

Wasn't like the old days, it felt different, man

My heart skippin' again, my thoughts driftin' again

Can we get the band back together and be civil again?

Empathy's a bitch, man, mix that bitch with some shame

And some weed and champagne, you end up like me

Tryna make everybody happy when I'm only there for me

I'm searchin' for healin' even when I'm asleep

I'm searchin' for friends when I'm the one endin' things

But I can't be sad about it, it's the life that I lead

You know gettin' over you, it ain't been easy for me

So now I'm workin' through the pain, gettin' fucked up in between like—

I know it hurts but this is my favorite way (It's gettin' really hard to try to sit you down every time and say)

I know it's hard, but please, just hear what I say (But if you really open up your mind, try to hear a ****—)

If I could fly (That's why we down), through a California night (See why we down)

I'd end up back on 37th Street (Type of shit that I be dealin' with, yeah, yeah)

Dark end of the street

That's where we always meet

Hiding in sh-