choose one, instead of what you’re doing tonight.
What the fuck has changed? It it swagger? Is it money?
I still dress the fucking same and my nose is still as ugly as the day you fucking met me.
F-ck, but I am sick, seriously, I don’t feel so good
‘Cause I don’t get sleep, and I’m always travelin’
And I don’t go home. And my friends don’t call,
‘Cause I turned off my phone.
I’ve made mistakes, I bumped my head.
Inside of this girl, inside of my bed.
