Take me to the booth, I'm tryna cook up 'fo my next show
Catch me on the news, we tryna blow up on my next post
Got a sweet tooth, and got my shordy in a bed pose
I pulled up in a phantom but I'm gonna be her next ghost
Hate me for my moods but you're the one who broke my bed post
Breakin' all the rules cause all these drugs they make your head toast
Shakin' up the patterns cause you tryna stay ahead of most
You know that I've got problems but I'm headed for the west coast
Take me to the booth, I'm tryna cook up 'fo my next show
Catch me on the news, we tryna blow up on my next post
Got a sweet tooth, and got my shordy in a bed pose
I pulled up in a phantom but I'm gonna be her next ghost
Hate me for my moods but you're the one who broke my bed post
Breakin' all the rules cause all these drugs they make your head toast
Shakin' up the patterns cause you tryna stay ahead of most
You know that I've got problems but I'm headed for the west coast
We used to watch the stars at night
And now I'm in this room I sit
I lay awake, can't close my eyes
Cause all I do is reminisce
I gaze into an empty sky
And know I'm gonna make my only
Wish come true, yeah I'm boutta prove me right
Cause I pour out all my soul to each and every word I write
And I've forced myself to hold it in, the battles that I fight
And I'm torched by memories of our life, the days that we were tight
Now I'm cornered by my goals and dreams I vowed to bring to life
You
Used to ride or die, and take shotgun
Used to hide the lies, but not once
Did we see things eye to eye, and my thoughts
Can't believe the other side, I had a hunch
And the sights that you'd deny, I caught a bunch
And the way you'd write replies, felt like a punch
All the drunk and high goodbyes, I'm on the run
Cause I'm lost, confused, and I'm done with the stunts
Back to back in the back of the Maybach
Black on black, and I'm stacked in the fame cash
Ran my track, and my ex bitch she hate that
Act all that, but I know that you rate that
Tell you I'm alright, but my head ain't intact
Baby you were right, you can cut me some slack
Cause I'm high as a plane, and my head is fallin' flat
The messages exchanged before came soon to never matter
And the lessons came to treat me like I never even had her
And the rest I came to miss just put my life into a scatter
Cause I lost grip on my mission and she only slowed me down
All the things I tried to give you, just to have my message tattered
Up and rings that you would wish you had you lost the chance the moment after
Shit you hid and bridges shattered, left my heart up on the rafters
Cause there's shit you'd never listen to, each time you tore me down
Take me to the booth, I'm tryna cook up 'fo my next show
Catch me on the news, we tryna blow up on my next post
Got a sweet tooth, and got my shordy in a bed pose
I pulled up in a phantom but I'm gonna be her next ghost
Hate me for my moods but you're the one who broke my bed post
Breakin' all the rules cause all these drugs they make your head toast
Shakin' up the patterns cause you tryna stay ahead of most
You know that I've got problems but I'm headed for the west coast
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, get out my life, no
One day I'm gon' get noticed and you'll wish you never lied
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I've stayed on the low and now I'm ridin' on my highs
Take me to the booth, I'm tryna cook up 'fo my next show
Catch me on the news, we tryna blow up on my next post
Got a sweet tooth, and got my shordy in a bed pose
I pulled up in a phantom but I'm gonna be her next ghost
Hate me for my moods but you're the one who broke my bed post
Breakin' all the rules cause all these drugs they make your head toast
Shakin' up the patterns cause you tryna stay ahead of most
You know that I've got problems but I'm headed for the west coast
