Cast Off
All those nights, I was building a friendship
Did what you did for the fame and attention you lost
All those nights, I was building a friendship
You did what you did for the fame and attention you lost
So lost, so lost, so lost you are
Hmm
BZ
Spend the night on 95 with the windows down so the tears go dry
Think clear with an empty mind but I don't know why I can't read signs in the room
These bonds they break with a little bit of distance, why would I apologize
For putting me first in a moment of truth
Step on the gas when they hand me the fuel
It's irrelevant
So I won't take a shot at the way you be living, but you need a dose of this medicine
Tryna hide all the damage you laid on the floor and you love being phony and delicate
And people they love making stories and reasons and I got a pool full of evidence
See the rhythm is flowing and I know they listening going like
BZ music is bussin' again
Let it play as I hoop in the gym
Drop the top as I vibe in the wind
I'm bopping my head and I hate when it ends
If I play I'ma shoot for the win
Stuck in a box and there's no getting in
1, 2, tripping again
3, 4, tripping again
As the days go by I look as the pages flip on the same old book
Empty soul with a distant mind, tryna read these words getting understood
Sink inside getting hypnotized, better hold your eyes get a second look
Trip on your way out the door, tell me why are you running
Please tell me why are you running
Did what you did for the fame and attention you lost
All those nights, I was building a friendship
You did what you did for the fame and attention you lost
So lost, so lost, so lost you are
Hmm
BZ
Spend the night on 95 with the windows down so the tears go dry
Think clear with an empty mind but I don't know why I can't read signs in the room
These bonds they break with a little bit of distance, why would I apologize
For putting me first in a moment of truth
Step on the gas when they hand me the fuel
It's irrelevant
So I won't take a shot at the way you be living, but you need a dose of this medicine
Tryna hide all the damage you laid on the floor and you love being phony and delicate
And people they love making stories and reasons and I got a pool full of evidence
See the rhythm is flowing and I know they listening going like
BZ music is bussin' again
Let it play as I hoop in the gym
Drop the top as I vibe in the wind
I'm bopping my head and I hate when it ends
If I play I'ma shoot for the win
Stuck in a box and there's no getting in
1, 2, tripping again
3, 4, tripping again
As the days go by I look as the pages flip on the same old book
Empty soul with a distant mind, tryna read these words getting understood
Sink inside getting hypnotized, better hold your eyes get a second look
Trip on your way out the door, tell me why are you running
Please tell me why are you running
Credits
Writer(s): Obed Palacios
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