Tightrope

I'll gladly my split my last Cigarette with anyone who cares enough to ask New York moves too fast And LA makes me hate myself, and get shameful of my past But you don't seem half bad No you don't seem half bad Don't know what's in my cup, don't ask Don't ask me what i'll tell my friends bout us Cuz i know it won't last The shadow that i cast's a storm cloud You're in over your head You won't keep up with what comes next I move a million miles a minute But you seem steps ahead of me Can't look back like im walking on a tightrope And i know Think too much and i fuck up how my night goes And i know Can't see straight i'd feel better with my eyes closed And i know Life's gone different than you wished when you were young Baby i hate admit you're not the only one The old me'd see me and get pissed off How the fuck i'm 22 and only got this far But that was back then Hated looking in the mirror but that's past tense I wish i could tell myself what's boutta happen Somethings boutta happen Trust me we gon laugh when it's over I'll gladly split my last Cigarette with someone who wants it Tell stories from your past That make me seem less obnoxious You can use my skin to ash It'll just distress my conscience I'm tired of looking back And i hope you know Can't look back like im walking on a tightrope And i know Think too much and i fuck up how my night goes And i know Can't see straight i'd feel better with my eyes closed Cause i know Cause i know Can't look back like im walking on a tightrope And i know Think too much and i fuck up how my night goes And i know Can't see straight i'd feel better with my eyes closed And i know And i know