Can't be getting mad what, you mad? Can't handle that Wish we could switch up the roles and I could be that Tell you I love you, but when you call, I never get back Would you ask them questions like me, like where you be at? 'Cause I'm out, four in the

So bury me in memory His smile's your rope So wrap it tight around your throat Stop burning bridges, and drive off of them So I can forget about you Light that smoke, that one for giving up on me And one just 'cause they'll kill you sooner than my

Does it hurt Every time you walk in a room Does it feel like work Keepin' them country boys off of you Tell me, tell me Are you tired of runnin' Through my mind's Poor boy neighborhood All, tell me does it hurt

Tell them all I know now Shout it from the roof tops Write it on the sky line All we had is gone now Tell them I was happy And my heart is broken I remember years ago Someone told me I should take

It's getting closer now We're better off without you Feel the pressure I can feel the pressure Feeling empty, I can Some things I'll never know And I had to let them go Tell me where our time went And if it was time well spent

We in Lil Cali and Pakistan Ralo tell them where we at (yeah) I had to earn my stripes Cook that shit up Quay (yeah, yeah) Four pockets (whoo) Baby, yeah, uh, yeah Four pockets on full My trunk and my hood

Fuck what happens tonight, I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, Death row Jamaicans murder your family Fuck what happens tonight I've got my gun on me Fuck all that ho shit Fuck all you fuck boys

I pray for everybody But you can pray for them Pray for everybody Look around, look around, look around, look around Pray for everybody, tell me exactly what you're seeing I'm seeing children being murdered by police and then acquitted on all charges

Strip it down, down, down Back to you and me like it used to be When it was an old back road with an old school beat Cowboy boots by your little bare feet Let it out, tell me right now Everything I need in them white cotton sheets Dirty dance me slow in

The way I’m living, shit get crazy dark Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why) Lately, I’ve been having crazy thoughts (yeah) And you know I'm tryna change, but it’s very hard Uh, ayy, yeah, them demons ain't the only ones that's up at night Oh my god,