| Never sleep I’m fucking tired of dreaming |
| Always smoking like I’m tired of breathing |
| Did it all, I could die this evening |
| Ran the devil round the block to exercise my demons |
| Bitches in the house that I just don’t acknowledge |
| Kissed me on the mouth and said I’m going to college |
| Hit a dab to cab money for the dollars |
| You said you love me but you’re so dishonest |
| Said you love me but you’re so persuasive |
| You don’t complain plus you’re so complacent |
| You never fuss plus you’re always tweaking |
| All you wanted was a dream house to fall asleep in |
| Too submissive, I was cruel and vicious with it |
| You believed in me like a new religion |
| Guess you Buddhist Christian, huh? |
| On a bed sitting cross-legged now |
| Higher than a Falsetto now |
| I said I miss you, said I’m thinking of you |
| You ain’t responding, guess I’m drinking for two |
| Come down is real, come down is real |
| Come down is real, come down is real |
| Oh, no |
| Room spinning, tryna kill the motion |
| Fuck feelings tryna kill emotion |
| Never loved but you came the closest |
| Even went to rehab, to me you’re still the dopest |
| Shit’s out of focus, I’m losing track of the moments |
| Lord |
| She drop down to her knees she ain’t proposing |
| Lord |
| She stares at roses, always hurt like Derrick Rose |
| January cold, my bed warm like February clothes |
| Too submissive, I was cruel and vicious with it |
| You believed in me like a new religion |
| Guess you Buddhist Christian, huh? |
| On a bed sitting cross-legged now |
| Higher than a Falsetto now |
| I said I miss you, said I’m thinking of you |
| You ain’t responding, guess I’m drinking for two |
| Come down is real, come down is real |
| Come down is real, come down is real |
| Oh, no |