And I'll be trying to have these conversations with you, but I don't know if you really wanna talk, or you just want me to hear you talk. Either way, I'm here. For now. For now

Usually I don't like driving, but it's alright, I'm right here

Uphill battle with life, for you, I find time and find gears

Thought we'd be better by now, but something ain't right when I'm there. Supposed to be building a life, all we do is fight and I'm scared

Alone in my ride, driving from GA to L.A.

Too much on my mind, brodie, ain't shit you can tell me

My heart and my head hit, can somebody help me

This shit isn't healthy

I'm whipping this bitch from GA to L.A

How do I keep ending up in all of these kind of predicaments

I'm trying to explain to my queen the way that I feel, but she just ain't getting it

You sit here and tell me you listening, but you only scrolling the internet

It go outta one ear and go in the next, then you wan' get upset when a **** vexed…like what the fuck

Four in the morning, I'm literally running laps

Punches, crunches, jumping jacks

Biceps, triceps, stomach abs

How many sane, non broken **** y'all know get into that

I done lost me trying to find bitches, gotta get it back

On and on again, girl, when will this end

Rather hit the road than seeing you pretend

I know something's off, you ain't gotta say shit

It's most deafening when there's no conversation

Now I'm cruising in this coupe, lonely in this spaceship

And I'm Porsche pushing, baby, zooming through L.A, yeah

Need to find some peace, so I'll be on my way, yeah

Girl, I gotta go, or your ex gon' have to run my fade

Ha ha ha

I know that these hoes be going, but not my bae

Ha ha ha

I might tell you a joke, but I'm not playing

Uh uh uh

When it comes to you, I don't need no planes

South side to west side, this guy's on my way

On and on again, girl, when will this end

Rather hit the road than seeing you pretend

I know something's off, you ain't gotta say shit

It's most deafening when there's no conversation

Usually I don't like driving, but it's alright, I'm right here

Uphill battle with life, for you, I find time and find gears

Thought we'd be better by now, but something ain't right when I'm there

Supposed to be building a life, all we do is fight and I'm scared

Alone in my ride, driving from GA to L.A

Too much on my mind, brodie, ain't shit you can tell me

My heart and my head hit, can somebody help me

This shit isn't healthy

I'm whipping this bitch from GA to L.A

Speeding down Route 85 with my necklace out

Tennis bracelets hanging out the window, got the system loud

She don't love me, so I got a boogie, Teno checking out

Fuck I'm doing, tripping in the South like I ain't got a house

I bring bitches in and take them down, and then I walk them out

Know I love to chase, but you could water Johnny Walker down

Women get convincing in G.A., they get you tatted up

So in love, but bitches in L.A., they ass be fat as fuck

Bitches tryna ask me where I stay, G.A. to L.A

I be in one city with my bae, back home the other day

I might sell this house one of these days and see how much I make. Cartier, just got this shit appraised, on my Patek-E wave