psychösis
She wanna stop my goals, I gotta get on the road
This ain't the same as yesterday, I'm letting everything go
I thought this was a forever thing, but you know how this shit go
Pop a perc, it feel like I never felt the pain
When I sober I be tore up
I be so numb
I be going through psychosis, I don't know no one
I be geeked up out my body I might throw up
It seem like I glorify it, this ain't no fun
On a back road, trying to piece it together
I'm apologizing, but you being extra
She want that Cybertruck so I gave her a Tesla
We took one a piece now we tweaking together
She a lil higher than me so I took one more baby I'm tryna reach for the heavens
I got that fye on me, I'll blow this bitch if that boy try to reach for a weapon
Nigga try to run up on me I ain't going for it
I bet they whole family gonna mourn
Only out at night, I won't be here in the morning
Bottega boots on my feet, don't give fuck bout no Jordans, yeah
Your love, been looking for it
Can't find it, so unfortunate
It seem like the house of horrors
Our loves gone, no ignoring it
She wanna stop my goals, I gotta get on the road
This ain't the same as yesterday, I'm letting everything go
I thought this was a forever thing, but you know how this shit go
Pop a perc, it feel like I never felt the pain
When I sober I be tore up
I be so numb
I be going through psychosis, I don't know no one
I be geeked up out my body I might throw up
It seem like I glorify it, this ain't no fun
This ain't the same as yesterday, I'm letting everything go
I thought this was a forever thing, but you know how this shit go
Pop a perc, it feel like I never felt the pain
When I sober I be tore up
I be so numb
I be going through psychosis, I don't know no one
I be geeked up out my body I might throw up
It seem like I glorify it, this ain't no fun
On a back road, trying to piece it together
I'm apologizing, but you being extra
She want that Cybertruck so I gave her a Tesla
We took one a piece now we tweaking together
She a lil higher than me so I took one more baby I'm tryna reach for the heavens
I got that fye on me, I'll blow this bitch if that boy try to reach for a weapon
Nigga try to run up on me I ain't going for it
I bet they whole family gonna mourn
Only out at night, I won't be here in the morning
Bottega boots on my feet, don't give fuck bout no Jordans, yeah
Your love, been looking for it
Can't find it, so unfortunate
It seem like the house of horrors
Our loves gone, no ignoring it
She wanna stop my goals, I gotta get on the road
This ain't the same as yesterday, I'm letting everything go
I thought this was a forever thing, but you know how this shit go
Pop a perc, it feel like I never felt the pain
When I sober I be tore up
I be so numb
I be going through psychosis, I don't know no one
I be geeked up out my body I might throw up
It seem like I glorify it, this ain't no fun
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Writer(s): Bryce Forbes
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