Sitting out in the drive I’m getting used to you not being there At church on Sunday night I’m getting used to the radio playing Without you singing along It’s just a little hard on me But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours But I’ll never get

You can be the prey in your masquerade Now you're just somebody that I used to fuck Lest we learn, the tables turn So I'm betting out, I'm betting out But I'm getting out, I'm getting out Against insight I fed your source of revenue But now, it means

I'm getting so much money these days It's hard to figure out who love me for me Tryna balance out everything I'm getting sabotaged every way You don't want to but you gotta change It's gon' hurt you tryna stay the same Are you in it or you in it for the

There is someone in the attic Building a strange machine Never really seen him But I think he works all day Blinded by the world outside I stay inside Hardly know my name But it's getting better by time I saw something in the mirror

(maybach music, its deeper than the verse baby, its deeper than the rap). Doing a 150 miles and running, Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunning, Laff about the doe but really ain't nothing funny, Getting rich in a rush, Yeah you know us, We

I'm getting drunk on a plane Buyin' drinks for everybody But the pilot, it's a party Got this 737 rocking like a G6 Stewardess is somethin' sexy Leanin' pourin' Coke and whiskey Told her about my condition Got a little mile-high flight attention It's

It's so lonely in the six right now I know you see It's getting late and I'm tired, yeah yeah Stuck on the east side, baby Tryna stay outta trouble, but it follows me And you know it I just want peace, babe And I just want you, babe

Can't help it I relive it, I relive it, oh Even if I'm peddling alone I know the winter's getting colder But why, just 'cause we're a little older do I relive it, I relive it Oh, I'm peddling backwards Oh my, my, my, my This is the winter of our youth

But I told you so I hate that it didn't work out this time I was getting kinda used to calling you mine Now you're gone for good I wanted you to prove me wrong And I hate to say that I told you so (told you so) All the nights, and the fights 'Til we

I'm hearing shooters loading pistols while I'm brushing my teeth I get so many death threats it's getting normal to me But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em