Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin' Couple real friends turned enemy Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold I done made it without sellin' my soul Bad bitch layin' down in a robe Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold

These are dark times Can you not feel yourself falling deeper? You've given yourself away Mistakes of the past are haunting me And I've given myself away All the walls are coming down I'm exposed, I'm alive This is my chance to breathe All my thoughts

Ashes, ashes, time to go down Ooh, honey do you want me now? Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end One, two, Melatonin is coming for you Three, four, baby, won't you lock the door? Five, six, I'm done

Coming back, I'm coming back. Alone, I fight these animals. Alone, until I get home. We ride, we ride, we ride She follows me into the woods, Takes me home. We ride it all out. We ride it all Slow, slow me down,

(Oh) Long stretch of love There's a long stretch of love Coming down the line Have you like I want, ever rolling Baby, you'll be mine Have you right here, beside you When these good times get tough Baby, we're in for a long stretch of love But I don't

I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell 'em Say I, look so good tonight God damn, God damn I'm coming down, drippin' candy on the ground H, Town, Town, I'm coming down, coming down Drippin' candy on the ground Bow down, bitches, bow bow down,

I, I been gone I been gone too long singing my songs on the road. Another town, one more show and I'm coming home. Don't give a damn what these keys I hold I'm gonna knock down that front door, and I'ma find out what that house is made of. Been too many

So knives out I want you to know He's not coming back Look into my mouth Squash his head Put him in the pot I'm not coming back Don't look down

Tell me who gon' take me off Take me off, take me off, take me off I’m coming down dripping candy on the ground Coming down dripping candy on the ground Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches I been on, I been on, I been on You can see me stunt when you

I'm the patron saint of the denial With an angel face and a taste for suicidal St. Jimmy's comin' down across the alleyway Up on the boulevard like a zip gun on parade Light of a silhouette He's insubordinate Coming at you on the count of one, two (one,