Am I made up of glass? Do you see straight through me? Do you not want to be what we once talked about? I'm losing it, I'm losing it for you This is like a different tune And I'm so in love with you I'm losing my mind, I'm losing myself I keep cutting

I get it in 'till sunrise Windows rolled down screaming ah! Hey-ey-ey' I'm so paid Number one hustla' gettin' money Why do you wanna count my money Doing ninety in a sixty five I'm a hustla' and I don't need them! One of them y'all see! I'm so paid

Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the

Everytime I get high, I just think about you Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn See ya, see you Na na na na na na, na Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns (Who you gettin' at, Nicki?) Watch them cunts learn Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn I move keys,

I'm there in the water Still looking for ya Can't you see, can't you see If I was not myself And you were someone else I'd say so much to you And I would tell the truth Cause I can hardly breathe When your hands let go of me

Save me, somebody save me Save me, somebody save me, yeah Promised myself after the first romance I wouldn't give ya a second chance Said you seek, you're sure to find A but the closer I get to ya, baby You drive me stone out a my mind Save me, oh, yeah,

Wolf-mother, where you been? You look so worn, so thin You're a taker, devils-maker Let me hear you sing, hey-ya hey-ya Wolf-father, at the door You don't smile anymore You're a drifter, shape-shifter Let me see you run, hey-ya hey-ya When I run through

Explicit for ya I'm listenin' explicit for ya I'll say it if you need it darlin' I keep that Q of sour for ya Never seen it realer Keep the Q of sour for ya You never had it so visual, visual I hear you callin' With your eyes, with your eyes

Follow the god that failed I see faith in your eyes Broken is the promise, betrayal I hear faith in your cries The healing hand held back by the deepened nail Pride that you felt when you'd kneel It feeds it grows It clouds all that you will know Deceit

Young and I'm getting it, I'm just young and I don't give a shit I just want the money, y'all can keep them bitches 'cause I'm young and I'm getting it I'm young and I'm getting it Okay, I wake up in the morning and I see dollar signs Said Shawty wanna