[Intro]

Yeah, I remember that day clear as day and I'll never forget it

Yah

Yeah, yeah, um

Mhm, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

Get me something to relax, babe

My thrill gone, my girl gone

Token ain't fit, just a bent bridge that I built this world on (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Seventeen you couldn't tell me I wasn't gon' be the biggest deal

Failin' in that relationship showed me failure's in me still (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Caught on camera, baby found out her boyfriend got history

I fucked that whole shit up, it's done

That stuff woke up the bitch in me

Fucked around and signed this deal the same time my ambition leave (Yeah)

Supposed to be go-time now

I might just let them write that hit for me

"Where's the album? Where he at?"

They say "I love you" when you sad, you keep it real

To keep it real — I do not wanna write no raps

I wanna be distracted by them red high heels (Yeah)

Hit the scene, boom, chit-chat's getting real

I'm starting to think they only believe in me when I believe in me

But what would my referrals done?

Been a year, my girl gone

Irony about replacement bitch who fill my lust

I get so twisted with her, I can't even fuck

I'm a hit and miss, a loss, over budget

I'm a cost, I get lost inside the red just to show myself a boss

Scrapped the album another time, another time, another time

And time passed

Label spent a couple million on a fucking white flag

[Verse 2]

My mama don't like my—

Ayy, yeah

My mama don't like my bitch but she control me the best

This drink's the only reason don't feel like my throat's in my chest

It ain't bulimia if the shots just made the choices instead

My bitch the same, but she lil' worse

She wants to see bones through her flesh

I been so anxious when she hold my hand, she feel my heartbeat

And don't smoke 'round my sister bro, we just got the girl clean

She tryna recreate my ex, she made her hair curly

Baby, my sister hallucinating, gotta make sure the girl sleep

Lot of new homies, but they'll die for me before my old ones

They crackin' jokes, my drunk ass burned himself last time he rolled up

I used to feel some level of pride by not getting high that I say, you know

I feel more pride in highs, but now realize my lows are too low

She say she like the girls that shaped like Summer Walker, Doja Cat and Remy Ma

I know a few, but she don't wanna bring 'em in so I don't bring it up (—the fights and arguments)

I might tell a lie, but I don't cheat, you know

The homies laugh at me being forgetful, but it's intentional

Yet we keep me in schedule, tight and perfected

'Cause when my schedule open up, then what am I left with?

I was out in L.A., baby called the dude "a friend"

Found out she fucked him, when I'm high, I forget it

[Outro]

But it always did for me