Please no more meeting at SoHo Please no more thinking we bro bros I ain't been seen in like oh I ain't been seen in like oh, no Fuckin' tired of comin' from Compton to go to Hollywood Fucking dinner meetings that last 30 minutes when traffic be like an

I'm a good pretender Won't you come see my show? Oh, I'm insecure, I'm insecure I think I like what I'm supposed to Like what I'm supposed to I don't even mess with drugs I do that 'cause you say it's dope to You say it is dope to 'Cause I'm just like you

To not have you around You know I'd miss you, baby I know that I gave you my heart But you stomped it to the ground If I spent a week without you And that's what got me wondering what it's like Bet you'd wonder what I'd do I think that I'd start going

"Got so much to do. Huh, honey?" "Yes, definitely. I'm just..." "Well, look, again, if you need mom to come out there for a week..." "I don't think that needing, like, mothering." "No, no, not mothering. Organizing. Or doing, doing tasks." "Yes, right."

Smokin’ and drinkin’ on the weekend like we did back in the day Smokin’ and drinkin’ got cha thinkin about the one that got away So here’s to all those nights all we felt was life, smokin’ and drinkin’ Smokin’ and drinkin’ It was one of those times what

Do do do do do I don't think you understand There's nowhere left to turn Walls keep breaking Time is like a leaf in the wind Either it's time worth spent Or time I've wasted Safe to say that Don't waste it

Bars, bars, bars, 16 bars I don’t know You take the deuce of that yellow then drink it I be like, “Damn, boy what is you thinking?" When I hit Henn' bitch fuck it, I’m swinging

All because I'm the lead singer of my band These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man I don't know dude I think everyone's all jealous and shit

That you like somebody Wanna hold somebody Why can't we keep it on the sweet side See how it feels to take a slow ride Well, you know how it goes When you meet somebody But you just can't stand To think about somebody

I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from