Losing Yourself
Gee Brain, what do you wanna do tonight? (Yeah)
The same thing we do every night, Pinky
Try to take over the world (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah, I'm like
Fuck everybody, I do it myself
It's only one, never two of myself
He signed a deal, you on the shelf
You such a loser, you losin' yourself
Hollywood, I'm with the stars
I'm just a body, a vessel on Mars
She can't see, they probably on molly and bars
She say that she love me, I know that she don't
Load up the clip, magazines
Pack up some tissue, it ain't what it seems
He want the smoke with me, meet him with beams
Can't take no chances, got people to feed
I'm at the top and I'm feelin' alone
I need a bag or I ain't goin' home
I'm off the drugs, niggas, they wishin' they could
I'm never not showin' no love now
They say, "GUCCI, put the cup down"
Got your bitch doin' up-downs
If I tell her, then she must now
I got your bitch feelin' lust now
She be like, "Where you go?"
Twenty bitches on they tippy-toes
In that 'Rari, then I'm getting ghost
She wan' fuck me 'cause I'm getting gold
I'm like, "We on it"
Fuck everybody, I do it myself
It's only one, never two of myself
He signed a deal, you on the shelf
You such a loser, you losin' yourself
Hollywood, I'm with the stars
I'm just a body, a vessel on Mars
She can't see, they probably on molly and bars
She say that she love me, I know that she don't
The same thing we do every night, Pinky
Try to take over the world (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ah, I'm like
Fuck everybody, I do it myself
It's only one, never two of myself
He signed a deal, you on the shelf
You such a loser, you losin' yourself
Hollywood, I'm with the stars
I'm just a body, a vessel on Mars
She can't see, they probably on molly and bars
She say that she love me, I know that she don't
Load up the clip, magazines
Pack up some tissue, it ain't what it seems
He want the smoke with me, meet him with beams
Can't take no chances, got people to feed
I'm at the top and I'm feelin' alone
I need a bag or I ain't goin' home
I'm off the drugs, niggas, they wishin' they could
I'm never not showin' no love now
They say, "GUCCI, put the cup down"
Got your bitch doin' up-downs
If I tell her, then she must now
I got your bitch feelin' lust now
She be like, "Where you go?"
Twenty bitches on they tippy-toes
In that 'Rari, then I'm getting ghost
She wan' fuck me 'cause I'm getting gold
I'm like, "We on it"
Fuck everybody, I do it myself
It's only one, never two of myself
He signed a deal, you on the shelf
You such a loser, you losin' yourself
Hollywood, I'm with the stars
I'm just a body, a vessel on Mars
She can't see, they probably on molly and bars
She say that she love me, I know that she don't
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Jarrod Fisher
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