Yeah

You know what, might as well

Alright, ayy

Get money just to throw away

Overstate blessings, instead of dwelling on my old mistakes

Know the pains heavy, I can feel it in my soul today

Waiting on my phone to ring

I sit on a throne of missed calls and connections

Starred imperfections

I miss home when I long for attention

And hit your hoe when I want some affection

Wrong first impressions, cost of depression

And you don’t get a second chance

I’m pinching pennies just to get the shit I never had

I’m in the deli with a spliff inside my zipper pack

When Mackaveli in my whip ‘cause I been in my bag

Nobody tell me how to get it now I’m living bad

But I can’t blame that shit on them, that’s why I’m feeling sad

I’m still ashamed of all my sins that I'm still getting past

I hear your name and feel regret, but that’s just in the past

My independence got me prideful

Why I can’t do no advice bro?

Why you worried ‘bout my life, don’t you know this run in cycles?

Got me spinning like a cyclone, uh

I pen these writtens for survival (ay, I pen these writtens for survival, mm I pen these writtens for survival)

What, ayy, I’m in the cut smokin' haze

Young **** with my luck in the grave

I keep playing puppy love, it's a stage

But each day I’m on the cusp of a rage

I can’t let go

And you could feel it off the get go

Fucked up gon’ be written on my headstone

Yeah, I’m love drunk off of you

Dust off a jewel, glue it to a crown, put in on your head

When your skin is brown, they gon’ want you dead, deep beneath the ground

Eyes burning red, sky turning red

Folded like a scroll, 'cause when I be around

With you ‘til to the end, when I be around

With you 'til the end, I’ll be with you 'til the end

Uh, I’ll be with you 'til the

I’ll be there with you