Runnin' through my weed, yeah Runnin' through my weed, yeah Runnin' through my weed like, yeah Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to focus when a nigga's on it I been tryna balance all this on my plate I ain't tryna be lying to your face You can do better than that Something I need to share before you rest here I know that you gave your best here But I can't figure out what's next here I pray to God I don't have to pay for not knowing This world is new to me, I do not know it My pride never wanted you to notice Sometimes I just wanna be alone and Either way I gotta go, whoa, oh When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Girl, you know I'm moving through that thang at the speed of light Rolling on the street like this gon' be what you want it to be like All night, you been on my brain right, going to the pain right Girl, we know that nothing is the same, right Five, six, times that I shoulda had that convo, yeah Seven, eight, could you be gone by tomorrow? Hydroplaning and I'm tryna pop my brakes I don't wanna make it look like I ran away You could do better than I Something you need to know, you gotta let go You throwing a fit and that's old Don't be stepping on my Prestos I pray to God I don't have to pay for not knowing This world is new to me, I do not know it My pride never wanted you to know this Sometimes I wanna be alone and Either way I gotta go, whoa, oh, yeah When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Either way I gotta go, whoa, oh When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to focus when a nigga's on it Five, six, times that I shoulda had that convo, yeah Seven, eight, could you be gone by tomorrow?