(Intro: Sample)

You're almost sure to be a loser

Tired of being by myself

Guess I'll find me someone who wants...

(Verse 1: GQ)

Pick up where we left off, like F off, R2

Part 2 of a train wreck by my car view, lost you

Finding that, pirate maps are hard without an X to mark

When it changed, who's to blame? Why we always stretch the part?

Wish I had an extra heart for you that I could offer you

Instead of us making each other sick, coughing through

Not perfect but i'm worth it, so deserving

The passion sucks, now we actin' up, open curtain

She packin' up, i'm mad as fuck like when you check out

Hopefully before we pass, catch you on the next route

Hard to see, hard for me to manage, need bandages

Once you find out the trick, then the magic vanishes

Damage is too severe, couldn't fix through the years

Funny feeling in my stomach every time that you'd appear

Just a mirage of mine, my prettiest illusion

I never thought the same problem would be my solution

(Hook: GQ)

I'm feelin' (Too high)

You took me (Too high)

How I get? (Too high)

I'm feelin' (Too high)

She took me (Too high)

Will I go? (Too high)

(Verse 2: GQ)

Rear lights flashin', disaster and a warning sign

Recordin' night vision while tryna make it to morning time

Tell Pop that his Son tryna do more than shine

They ain't got success in my size, I had to order mine

I was born to climb, like i'm tryna pick a orange or lime

Far from it, almost there i'm tip-toeing the border line

I'm just hoping my tight roping will keep me up

I ain't tryna fall and it's too deep to jump

Pickin' pieces up, can't drop, below there's not a net for me

To life I give my all and music gets whatever's left of me

Especially, knowing, that I have a lot for livin'

Forgive me for the shit that's not forgiven

Walkin' in the sky without a ribbon, it's hittin'

I clear my mind with the same clear, that I'm sippin'

Driven, off the road hope that I return, return...

Playing with fire tryna not to burn, burn....

(Hook: GQ (X3))