Lost In My Head

You got me lost in my head
I'm running out of time
Sometimes I wish you was dead
A devil in disguise
Don't you ever come running back
You don't even know the half of it
Let's leave it at that
You got me lost in my head
I'm running out of time
Sometimes I wish you was dead
A devil in disguise
Don't you ever come running back
You don't even know the half of it
Let's leave it at that

I don't do the waiting no debating
I'm getting my cake up
Enough of the fake love
You stuck with a paystub
She like that I'm laced up
I put her in Jacob
Then call it a day
I'm calling the plays
Came a long way
From being locked in a cage
I'm solid locked in
Gotta honor my name
You riddled with shame
I used to be riddled with pain
Until I got into the middle of the issues
To change
I ain't looked back since
I keep it simple and plain
When she reminisce she wish
She would of stayed in L.A.
No regrets no stress
I just stay in my lane
All cash no checks
Watch me flood the bank
They show respect
Cause I stand by the words I say
Never perpetrate or imitate
Won't hesitate I regulate
And pave the way
Yeah they hate that I'm on top
But they ain't got nothing to say
Too lit with two chicks
On my dick fly shit nice whips
Smiling
Cause I'm in you out
I don't run my mouth
I just get the job done
You want work I got some
All tens you got ones
What that mean though
I got dimes you ain't got nothing
But freak hoes

You got me lost in my head
I'm running out of time
Sometimes I wish you was dead
A devil in disguise
Don't you ever come running back
You don't even know the half of it
Let's leave it at that
You got me lost in my head
I'm running out of time
Sometimes I wish you was dead
A devil in disguise
Don't you ever come running back
You don't even know the half of it
Let's leave it at that

The clock ticking
I love when the plot thickens
I tell her to hop in it
The Aston is not rented
Ya last is not winning
He crashed got caught slipping
It happens when you not living
Inside of Gods image
Won't lie I'm God driven
I'm really just on a mission
You silly you keep bitching
I'm winning I'm not quitting
Forgive him he won't listen
My vision is so vivid
I hustle I go get it
With me there's no limits
With you it's slim Pickens
You spit I hear crickets
You really your worst critic
I had to stop looking at life with red eyes
Now I handle shit in the moment
I meet my deadlines
Keep my eyes on the prize
As I read between the lines
It's no surprise I shine
I'm that guy who fights to
The last round
You just a class clown
I could never back down
I surpass anybody
You a kid call you cudi
I'm a man we ain't buddy's
I just keep these hundreds coming
Trust me you don't wanna run it
I don't make assumptions I just handle shit
And get my money
Plus I did this on my own
So you can't take nothing from me



Credits
Writer(s): Alec Mikailian
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