Detached (feat. Claim)

I

Became so detached, running away

Where is my drink? Need to relax

Lost my breath, I can't breathe, I'm drowning in the facts

Trying to get outside my consciousness and make it back

Get out my head, I just want my dreams back

How you do that? Fuck this, where's my plug

Fuck that, where are the drugs with the rest of our past

It's under the rug, trust me, can't get enough

None of these bitches are dressing for love

None of these people are shooting for fun

None of my city is fucking with us

All my missiles are shooting at Mars

Floating in space when I popped a few bars

What else to do when you're losing your cause

Everything you do for women and cars

Everything I do for riches and bras

Fuck all this shit up to feel like a boss

Lost, ooh, every time I cross you

You're gonna hop up in my coupe

Soon, I just want the truth from you

I ain't getting that, I lost my world again

Might not make it back

Probably won't make it back

Falling apart, I feel so detached

So I go and get the weed pack

Take off the jar and the weed stash

Love while I'm burning trees, yeah, I need that

This boy is real, ain't no mistaking it

My squad is who I came here with

Y'all can chase them dollars

But them dollars can't make no sense

Picking it right off where I left it

Those demons from the past, I addressed it

Feelings for you, I confessed it

But emotions is something these ladies always gotta mess with

I'ma keep my guard up on these ladies

Yeah, I learned my lesson

Couldn't hurt a woman and I couldn't hurt a friend

But when it comes to spitting rhymes, I get to murdering

Y'all forgot we were nice, well, it's time to learn again

So class is in session, grab that notebook and a pen

Yeah, it's time to get to teaching, fools

Trying to make your car speakers move

And ask my man Claim, I'm nice on these features too

This is for those of you who are on the streets

Just to feed the crew

And yeah, I need a brew

To celebrate what we do

Couldn't budge the glass before

But now I'm breaking through

Life was stagnant, so now it's time to make some moves

Riding in my new whip

Put this shit on cruise control

It feels like I'm in a cruise ship

Y'all were tripping if you thought that I would lose it

Cause I'ma always show my talent when I'm making music

Calling out these fakes when most of them would hate to do it

Just two different people with different thoughts

With the same influence

Up in the booth with my homie Claim, let's do this

Every time I cross you

You're gonna hop up in my coupe soon

I just want the truth from you

I ain't getting that

I lost my world again

I might not make it back

I might not make it back

B. Young