(All of y'all are fake, all of ya'll are fake, all of y'all are fake) Back against the wall (fuck!) And my pocket against the wall Still hanging in the hall Never change, I'm the same (nope) Please don't fucking call me, no (no) The person you are trying

What would you do? What would you say? How does it feel? Pretend it's OK My eyes deceive me, but it's still the same Pretend it's OK But sometimes it can get so hard pretending it's OK What would you do? (what would you do?) What would you say? (what

I keep my wits 'bout me Especially right now, I got a rich bounty I can tell that you don't give a shit 'bout me I keep the same people that's been 'round me Yeah, a lot changed but I'm still the same old me I'd still rather make a song than go to KOD

Not the same since my younger days, so far I came Feel my pain 'til I can't complain, 'cause I'ma slide for a minute Till I rise in the business, make a billion show my niggas what up In this life, middle fingers up I dont fuck with a 9 to 5 I keep it

Like violence you kill me Six bottles went down the drain One hours a waste of time I'd ask if you feel the same Still pushing that chance to try Your breath in this cool room chill Long hair that blows side to side You speak and make time stand still

Me, got it out the mud, they respect that Me, always spread the love when I get back You, got your hand out, that's a bitch move You, always complaining like a bitch do Me, still right here with who I came with Me, self-made, my circles on the same shit

And I could say that I've closed the door for our love And I could tell you I feel it's time for us to go our separate ways But, baby, I just wouldn't be the same 'Cause, girl, your love is still on my brain Now I can try to act real strong But you and I

I need some more time to fix this problem Fuck I can't let this kill me, let go I need some more time to fix this Do you still feel the same way Cut the skin to the bone Fall asleep all alone Hear your voice in the dark Lose myself in your eyes Choke my

These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire (You said) we were born with nothing And we sure as hell have nothing now Do you understand that we will never be the same again The future's in our hands and we will

No, I don't feel a thing. Life's going by me. And still I say, Oh God! I'm making the same mistakes. Low? I'm on empty. Try to erase all the bad times. Free? I don't seem to be. My soul remains tied to your life. Every breath you breathe deep, I feel you