[Intro]

Wrote this when I was high

Ego on the ground

My time is passing by

I just hope that I'm around

I wanna make you proud

I wanna sell some records, without selling out

I hope it's not too late, yeah

Please tell me it's not too late, too late, yeah

[Verse]

I been cold for a minute, hold up

Gave em' seven, guess we gotta warm up

You love Cyrus, but I hate his reflection

Not the kind of glass that I like to pour up

I don't play anybody my old shit

I don't even know half the words of my shows

If this shit wasn't real, then it won't be

I'd rather sell my heart than to give you my soul

I had to sit over conversation

Cheated on three, but that death ain't patient

I just hit the bong off the coffee table

'Cause I ain't gettin' high off of likes and favorites

I don't give a fuck about an Instant Grammy

You wanna get the picture? Don't Instagram me

Got a few singles right around the corner

Think it might be time that you understand me

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]

Spend that time, in all the news

Hope you know that I'm, I'm coming soon

From that northside, that northside, that north

That northside, that northside, I know I'll see you soon

[Outro]

From that northside, that northside, that north

That northside, that northside, I know I'll see you soon