Building up a stack of bones Keeping up with the Jones Getting us all so jacked and jaded Baby if you're asking me Love is really all we need Everything else is overrated, overrated Or where it is you get your name from We're going down if we don't

But touching your body feels like I'm high I'm rolling this blunt, off baby Keep rolling that weed, baby Staring, looking at you from a long way Passing me no ceilings, keep going Classes in session, but we in the hallway Skip this class, lets get gone

Don't miss it And as it keeps going And as it keeps on going Don't miss it like I did The world has shut me out If I give everything I'll lose everything Everything is about me I am the most important thing

For you baby I'm slipping into the lava Cause I'm burnin' up, burnin' up Baby who turned the temperature hotter And I'm trying to keep from going under You're cold You go around Like you know

I keep on running Throw it all away throw it all away I keep on screaming but There's really nothing left to say So get away, just get away I keep on fighting but I can't keep going on this way I can't keep going, Why can't they let me be?

Is anybody out there? It feels like I'm talking to myself No one seems to know my struggle, and everything I've come from Can anybody hear me? Yeah, I guess I keep talking to myself It feels like I'm going insane, am I the one whose crazy? (So why in the

Tear down these walls for me It's not too late for me Stop me from going under You are the only one who knows I'm holding back To keep from sinking further I'm trying to find my way out

Woah-oh-oh-oh, woah-oh-oh-oh But we just keep holding on For the brighter days I can see the brighter days I can see the sun breaking through those clouds Heaven knows we're all afraid Tell me where I'm going wrong We don't have to be alone Woah-oh-oh-oh

People stopping, staring I can't see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I'm going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Backing off the north east wind Sailing on a summer breeze And

Name another nigga hot I'm just honest Gold bottles on bottles, I’m just honest A hundred thousand on watches I’m just honest Coupes all on coupes, I’m just honest I keep a gang of bad bitches with me too And we ain’t never going back to what we used to