Nothing ever last when you don’t rebuild the past

I been Chasing down this cash, getting told that I’m bad

Is it really even bad? Or you just mad I ain’t sad? I ain’t even mad, no I ain’t even…

Chasing down this cash, went and got myself a bag

I been running up my racks, while you sit and bitch bad

It’s not my job to save you, I made myself - you made you

I love myself, you hate you - so how could I date you?

You gotta think super hard - wish upon a shooting star

Wish you wasn’t so damn far, it’s my fault I’m always gone

I’m always gone I’m always wrong

She’s the reason I write these songs

I write these songs to right my wrongs - I wish you’d stay forever long

Forever long, staying strong

Always working, nothings wrong

Always on, play my song

That’s my girl, she loves this song

I wrote it for her, no more horror

She’s the love I need some more of

No attitude n heavens aura

Cop the Porsche just so I could floor it

Never thought we’d last

Felt like we were made of glass

We were living off of laughs

Wasn’t good, it wasn’t bad

I should probably call my dad

That dudes always got my back

I been living out a bag

I’m On the road, don’t mean to brag

Nothing ever last when you don’t rebuild the past

I been Chasing down this cash, getting told that I’m bad

Is it really even bad? Or you just mad I ain’t sad? I ain’t even mad, no I ain’t even

It Definitely wasn’t bad but I can’t say that it was good

We fell apart faster than I ever thought we would

You broke me to pieces after I said you never could

You wanted to leave, I just stood where I stood

Now look what you did, went n abandoned the kid

But it’s all good girl, I’ll just go fuck all your friends

When it’s over, it ends

I accept no amends

I saw you leave with that dude, so it’s over - we’re through

I mistook us for glue

Her G Wag was blue

If I date you, I love you

And that’s just the truth

Set me free now I’m loose

I’m drunk off grey goose

The only reason I’d Leave - is if I feel I’m abused

Never thought we’d last

Felt like we were made of glass

We were living off of laughs

Wasn’t good, it wasn’t bad

I should probably call my dad

That dudes always got my back

I been living out a bag

I’m On the road, don’t mean to brag

Nothing ever last when you don’t rebuild the past

I been Chasing down this cash, getting told that I’m bad

Is it really even bad? Or you just mad I ain’t sad? I ain’t even mad, no I ain’t even