I wake up and roll some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some bitches I got dressed, I mixed the Tisa with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie When I'm in

That used to be mine Type of misery All these mixed up signals I still hear these echoes Of when you loved me But now you’re just someone in my mind And I smiled, yes I smiled But underneath are memories

Turn it up now Freaks flock together And make all the be-boys scream I'm mixing business with leather Christmas with Heather Word up to the man thing She's always cold lamping Visine at the canteen

Everything I do is making me more confused Oh, it used to be easy, all I had to be was me Now I'm mixed up Oh, I hope that I'm dreaming, 'cause I'm sick of this feeling Everywhere I go is somewhere that I don't know I'm mixed up, could somebody help me?

Type of misery All these mixed up signals I still hear these echoes Of when you loved me But now you’re just someone in my mind That used to be mine But it’s not that simple When we first met I was just a sophomore

Maybe it's just jealousy Mixed up with a violent mind A circumstance that doesn't make much sense Or maybe I'm just dumb I don't know you but I think I hate you You're the reason for my misery Strange, how you've become my biggest enemy And I've never