Reflecting on the low

Tear drops on the phone, I been so tired of the hope

I hope you see my hands been up, so tied

(Higher, higher, higher, higher)

Dead up on my door

I don't care about the shit you say, It's not 'bout you

I don't wanna notice how you feel

(Higher, higher, higher, higher)

I need some oxygen

I need this chain going 80 ways

Fuck your news, lil' bitch, I put this shit on TBA

I don't know the way you feel, 'Cause I don't notice it

The feelings that you had been running locomotive shit

Pop out

Do a

Show and

Run a K

I can't wait until you run away

Days went but I been gone now this motion burning

I been out this earth, hell, I been out of world

Fuck 'round, I been fucking 'round so long now, I'm in the city girl, come and find me so we can talk back 'bout this, baby, baby, baby

I noticed you missing the past, but who gave you the pass to be fucking my mood so damn lately, lately, lately?

Fuck 'round, I been fucking 'round so long now

Yeah, I need something

It's been 80 days

It's been 80 days