Baby, I would die for you

But I'll kickback, relapse

Every time I get out I'm falling behind, I need that

So when I come and tell you I'm in need of love (ayy, yea)

I'm not playing, I get broken and I'm running outta

Luck, and I'm losing control

I've been talking to the devil and I'm selling my soul

I want it all (my soul)

Every time I think I'm changing, always seem to fall

So maybe I'm not right for you-

Baby, I would die for you

But I'll kickback, relapse

Every time I get out I'm falling behind, I need that

So when I come and tell you I'm in need of love

I'm not playing, I get broken and I'm running outta

Luck, and I'm losing control

I've been talking to the devil and I'm selling my soul

I want it all

Every time I think I'm changing, always seem to fall

So maybe I'm not right for you but-

Keep it up, keep it up

Fiending for your love

I'll take your homies liquor and I'll sell it for a buck (yea, yea)

Baby I would kill for you, but you wouldn't give a fuck (nah)

So whats the point in loving, barely wanna say "wassup", hey

Was it my fault?

Was it my doing?

I spent too much time living off the drink (fftttt)

Was it my fault?

Was it my doing?

I'm sorry if you blame me for the pain you bring ay

So what if I wanna get high (get high)

Fine for you, but its bad when I lie (when I lie)

So what if I wanna get high (get high)

Fine for you, but its bad when I-

Get paranoid about the things that you say

Like who is this, and where is his place

Oh you know that, that should not be case

But I'll forget that shit, cuz really-

Baby, I would die for you

But I'll kickback, relapse

Every time I get out I'm falling behind, I need that

So when I come and tell you I'm in need of love (ayy, yea)

I'm not playing, I get broken and I'm running outta

Luck, and I'm losing control

I've been talking to the devil and I'm selling my soul

I want it all (my soul)

Every time I think I'm changing, always seem to fall

So maybe I'm not right for you-

Baby, I would die for you

But I'll kickback, relapse

Every time I get out I'm falling behind, I need that

So when I come and tell you I'm in need of love

I'm not playing, I get broken and I'm running outta

Luck, and I'm losing control

I've been talking to the devil and I'm selling my soul

I want it all

Every time I think I'm changing, always seem to fall

So maybe I'm not right for you but-