[Intro]

I'm half a man, I'm half alive

I could be different in another life

I've lost my friends, I've lost my mind

Hourglass half empty, I've lost my time

I'm half a man— (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

It's the Lord's day, I'm working like a sicko

On a Monday, I'm working like a sicko

On a Tuesday, I'm working like a sicko

Every fuckin' day if you didn't get the memo

When it come to hoes, I don't get sentimental

She need a couple pills for her mental

Maintaining a bad bitch is really stressful

Especially when that shawty just a rental

[Verse 1]

Yeah, four bad bitches, now my hands full

Ayy, ridin' through the V in a Benz, full

She a ten, but the head is uneventful

So she more like a three, and that's no good for me

[Pre-Chorus]

I lost half of me when I lost my baby

Drownin' myself in work won't save me

I'm still not whole, I'm hollow

Time heals all, so I pray for tomorrow

[Chorus]

It's the Lord's day, I'm working like a sicko

On a Monday, I'm working like a sicko

On a Tuesday, I'm working like a sicko

Every fuckin' day if you didn't get the memo

When it come to hoes, I don't get sentimental

She need a couple pills for her mental

Maintaining a bad bitch is really stressful

Especially when that shawty just a rental

[Verse 2]

I gave you all of me, and you don't know the half of it

You saw a side of me that no one understands, baby

I thought that I could leave, I'm back like a crack addict

Attached to a bad habit, this shit ain't romantic

Lovebomb me, and then you fuck right off

That night on Seymour Street, I came to pick you up

Shit, I was sick to my stomach, but I played it off

Your hair was soaked with rain, my heart was numb with pain

And I looked at you, I asked, "What's his name?"

Then you looked at me, you said somethin' strange

You said the name of a man I thought you'd never say

He's been my best friend since the seventh grade

[Pre-Chorus]

I lost half of me when I lost you, baby

Drownin' myself in work won't save me

I'm still not whole, I'm hollow

Yeah, time heals all, so I pray for tomorrow

[Chorus]

It's the Lord's day, I'm working like a sicko

On a Monday, I'm working like a sicko

On a Tuesday, I'm working like a sicko

Every fuckin' day if you didn't get the memo

When it come to hoes, I don't get sentimental

She need a couple pills for her mental

Maintaining a bad bitch is really stressful

Especially when that shawty just a rental

[Outro]

I'm half a man, I'm half alive

I could be different in another life

I've lost my friends, I've lost my mind

Hourglass half empty, I've lost my time

I'm half a man—