Goodbye You
Welcome to my brain everybody
Last year I was in that mirror
How much money did you make
How much money in your bank
Let's go over your mistakes
Let me keep you up real late
You alone
They can't relate
This that regular
I can't talk to you
You might be fake
Get your shit together, homie
Hope you ready for your mind to break
Got some stake in your mind mindstate
My Earthquake
You make me shake
Got a date
I can't be late
At the gate probably round 8
I don't care if you gone hate
I'm gone eat so grab my plate
What more can I say
I don't want to play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets right through you
Goodbye you
How you doing
Think I'll lose it
I let you win
I fucked up
I let you in
Got me fucked up from within
Bet your ex got a new man
Bet you still gotta pretend
Bet you still writing and still crying
And still locked in your head
Drop your plans
Hop in your bed
I should off you
Leave you dead
Thought you got me when I said
Stop this shit all in my head
I take off like ready set
Locked and loaded
Shot like Steph
Got me boxed in
Dropped me
Lost it
I'm not quite how you expect
Go Mills
For real
Gold grills in my future
Staying solid
Booth Medusa
Ain't no liar
I'm a truther
I'mma boot you
This my new stuff
Bet you hate it when you see
Bet you wish that you was me
Bet you hate when they believe
What more can I say
I don't want to play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets
Right through you
Goodbye you
Fuck what they say about me
I tell them to suck my dick if they doubt me
My city crowned me
Don't forget about me
I was drowning
But now I found me
I'm off the chain
Bitch don't know my name
Bitch go learn my name
You follow all my pages
Make it my songs that you sing
Yo
I'm making it clear, hoe
It's me in the stereo
I ain't fit no stereotype
Finally do me how I like
My pain can't ruin my night
I put this on my life, bruh
I'm finally doing this right
I fuck with me
Baby me
Baby me
I feel like I might die a G-O-D
What more can I say
I don't want to play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets
Right through you
Goodbye you
Goodbye you
Goodbye you
Last year I was in that mirror
How much money did you make
How much money in your bank
Let's go over your mistakes
Let me keep you up real late
You alone
They can't relate
This that regular
I can't talk to you
You might be fake
Get your shit together, homie
Hope you ready for your mind to break
Got some stake in your mind mindstate
My Earthquake
You make me shake
Got a date
I can't be late
At the gate probably round 8
I don't care if you gone hate
I'm gone eat so grab my plate
What more can I say
I don't want to play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets right through you
Goodbye you
How you doing
Think I'll lose it
I let you win
I fucked up
I let you in
Got me fucked up from within
Bet your ex got a new man
Bet you still gotta pretend
Bet you still writing and still crying
And still locked in your head
Drop your plans
Hop in your bed
I should off you
Leave you dead
Thought you got me when I said
Stop this shit all in my head
I take off like ready set
Locked and loaded
Shot like Steph
Got me boxed in
Dropped me
Lost it
I'm not quite how you expect
Go Mills
For real
Gold grills in my future
Staying solid
Booth Medusa
Ain't no liar
I'm a truther
I'mma boot you
This my new stuff
Bet you hate it when you see
Bet you wish that you was me
Bet you hate when they believe
What more can I say
I don't want to play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets
Right through you
Goodbye you
Fuck what they say about me
I tell them to suck my dick if they doubt me
My city crowned me
Don't forget about me
I was drowning
But now I found me
I'm off the chain
Bitch don't know my name
Bitch go learn my name
You follow all my pages
Make it my songs that you sing
Yo
I'm making it clear, hoe
It's me in the stereo
I ain't fit no stereotype
Finally do me how I like
My pain can't ruin my night
I put this on my life, bruh
I'm finally doing this right
I fuck with me
Baby me
Baby me
I feel like I might die a G-O-D
What more can I say
I don't want to play
Kids no more, we ain't
So I must
Get away
From you
Don't move
I'll shoot
These bullets
Right through you
Goodbye you
Goodbye you
Goodbye you
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Mills
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