Coming in quick, they won’t see me coming
Still headed to the future, can you see me running
Glocks and sticks he a demon in a disguise
But i faced mine, and i know that demons still die
Fuckin on a bitch and still thinking bout her,
When i give her this dick it’s fueled by the hurt
Loving you is pain but we made shit work
This thing that we have a was gift, no curse
Far from where we started
Far from where we thought we’d be
Closer when we aren’t together, i think about you, do you ever stop and think about me
For your entertainment, watch me get famous, back in your phone like “baby i made it”
Still holding on, no I’m not really gone
I’ll call you later and tell you come home
Bitches be tasteless,
Stupid
Or basic
And Niggas on snake shit, don’t wanna be hated
I just don’t get it, the things that I’ve witnessed
I don’t get the way that you live, but it’s nun of my business
They say losing friends, comes right before the fame
You don’t choose shit once they recognize your name
Go and get some money, ill be okay
You’ll be fine alone, i think it’s better this way
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