You can pretty lie and say it's okay You can pretty smile and just walk away Pretty much fake your way through anything But you can't cry pretty You can't turn off the flood when the dam breaks When all your mascara is going to waste When things get

In the middle of the night So when I call you in the middle of the night And I'm choking on the words 'cause I miss you Baby, don't tell me I'm out of time How you slipped through my hands I got so much of my loving to give you I keep coming back to that

I don't mind, it was all me 'Cause I am flawed When I am through those doors Times unsure I should do whatever will make you feel secure

You're gonna save me from myself It's not so easy loving me It gets so complicated All the things you've gotta be Everything's changin' But you're the truth I'm amazed by all your patience Everything I put you through When I'm about to fall

This drip is Chanel (Bitch) How you gonna talk about dates when half of my team is in jail? (Bitch) I made Forbes' "30 Under 30," I might go flood out my girl's (Wrist) See-through Louboutin heels, I might just blood out my girl's (Kicks) Man's doing

It's black as coal and it goes boy, go go go She look so cool in her new Camaro I brought my fight next to her Camaro And when I fire on a smile then she blows, she blows I'm makin' eyes through my sharp sunglasses She's such a brat now I'm packin' her

Stop haunting me now I've got those Monday blues straight through Sunday blues Good morning heartache here we go again Good morning heartache you're the one who knew me when Might as well get used to you hanging around Good morning heartache sit down

But I'm the only ghost walkin' through the hallways The pain gets so much clearer When the one to blame is standing in the mirror This fool, this life Lit a match and set his life on fire Yeah, she tasted like home Oh well, home ain't what I'm callin' I

She goin' through some thangs (thangs) She goin' through some thangs (mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm) Can't walk pass a nigga with that She goin' through some thangs (Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm) I don't like it when they be doing you dirty 4 A.M., she textin' like, "Hit me,

Pour me up a 4 and I'll feel like myself again Roll me up some dope and I'll feel like myself again Drivin' solo, I'm just swervin' through my ends I'mma break every box they try to put me in When I'm sober I just don't like who I am I got a lot of