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