I'm into it I mean, if you're into it, I'm into it This couch is getting smaller, but it's my favorite place Don't even ask the question, you know what I'm gonna say Whatever trouble that you're thinking, I could get into it I see a king-sized bed in the

(I question everything) I won't lie, I've never been ashamed I don't mind, admitting I'm to blame I care no more, I can't bare no more I'll say no more, I can't give you anymore She was a princess, she could've been a queen She had the angels beneath her

I (I) hear (hear) your (your) breathing I (I) feel (feel) you (you) leaving A mind full of questions A current to purify Be near when I call your name Don't speak It's leaving your body now A circuit of consciousness

Them niggas can't go where we go If the money ain't the issue I I don't subscribe If the money ain't the reason Well then the question is why Get money with my people Then we never divide It's for the love and the money Make her love stay real

Your nobody till somebody kills you Its Bad Boy bitch Scram Jones the Clipse B.I.G. Niggas in my faction don't like asking questions Strictly gun testing, coke measuring Giving pleasure in the Benz-ito Hitting fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's

Nobody said it was easy Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry You don't know how lovely you are I had to find you, tell you I need you Tell you I'll set you apart Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions Oh let's go back to the start Running in

As I follow you, where will you lead me In the moment you die Why do we owe anyone repentance, repentance We don't owe, we don't owe Question, all that you knew Question, It's how you'll find the truth Question, question It will only make you stronger To

(Goin' under) Tryna keep myself from goin' under I've been listening Young Thugger When it's good, it's good, but the question is Are you down to fuck with the other side? (No cab, no ride, yeah) Lately I been bumpin' trap music Don't wanna listen if I

As I follow you, where will you lead me In the moment you die Why do we owe anyone repentance, repentance We don't owe, we don't owe Question, all that you knew Question, It's how you'll find the truth Question, question It will only make you stronger To

Shotgun to the back of my heart, I don't turn around to see who let one ring out Heading to the Massacre Bodies arriving every day Look at those shells you heard Picking the bones up along the way Let it ring out Lately I've been questioning Am I all