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Yah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Get me something to relax, babe My thrill gone, my girl gone Token ain't fit, just a bent bridge that I built this world on (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Seventeen you couldn't tell me I wasn't gon' be the biggest deal Fillin' up that relationship showed me failure's in me still (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Caught on camera, baby found out her boyfriend got history I fucked that whole shit up, it's done That stuff woke up the bitch in me Fucked around and signed this deal (Yeah) the same time my ambition leave Supposed to be go-time now I might just let them write that hit for me "Where's the album? Where he at?" They say "I love you" when you sad You keep it real, they keep it real I do not wanna write no raps I wanna be distracted by them red high heels (Yeah) Hit the scene, boom, chit-chat's getting real I'm starting to think they only believe in me when I believe in me But what would my referrals done Been a year, my girl gone Irony about replacement bitch who fill my lust I get so twisted with her, I can't even fuck Letras de cancionesI might hit a miss and it's a loss, over budget I'm a cost, I get lost inside the red just to show myself a boss Scrapped the album another time, another time, another time And time passed Label spent a couple million on a fucking white flag My mama don't like my— Ayy, yeah My mama don't like my bitch but she control me the best This drink's the only reason don't feel like my throat's on my chest It ain't bullimia if the shots just made the choices instead My bitch the same, but she lil' worse She wants to see bones through her flesh I been so anxious when she hold my hand she feel my heartbeat And don't smoke 'round my sister bro, we just got the girl clean She tryna recreate my ex, she made her hair curly Maybe my sister hallucinating, gotta make sure the girl sleep Lot of my new homies 'bout to die for me before my old ones They crackin' jokes, my drunk ass burned himself last time he rolled up I used to feel some level of pride by not getting high that I say, you know I feel more pride in highs, but now realize my lows are too low She say she like the girls that shaped like Summer Walker, Doja Cat and Remy Ma I know a few, but she don't wanna bring 'em in so I don't bring it up I might tell a lie, but I don't cheat, you know The homies laugh at me being forgetful, but it's intentional Yeah we keep me in schedule, tight and perfected 'Cause when my schedule open up, then what am I left with? I was out in L.A., baby called the dude "a friend" Found out she fucked him, when I'm high, I forget it But it always did for me From Letras Mania