| I got these voices in my head
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| That tell me I’m better off without you
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| Now there’s nothing left to be said
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| Gotta go, no, I can’t be around you
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| I can’t be around you
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| I got these voices in my head
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| That tell me I’m better off without you
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| Now there’s nothing left to be said
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| Gotta go, no, I can’t be around you
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| All those nights you left me on read
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| When you left me lonely with my feelings
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| Too many times, can’t be here again
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| I need to pull up from this deep end
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| Phone blowing up
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| I shoulda known it was you
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| Think about me everyday
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| I’ve gone a week without you
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| Tired of games that you play
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| And all that you put me through
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| Nah, this ain’t nothing new
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| Act like you always would do
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| Now that we grown, I’ve out grown
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| Where we came from
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| Worked my fingers to the bone
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| Every night this month
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| How many nights where you there for me
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| You can’t name one
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| All those shows you went ghost
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| And never showed up
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| You love playing the victim
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| Like you ain’t done nothing wrong
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| Always blaming the system
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| For why you didn’t get on
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| You gotta look inside yourself
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| And find what you really want
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| They be so quick to forget
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| About all the things that I’ve done
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| Remember when I whipped you
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| Back and forth on the weekends
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| Remember I had your back
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| When them funds was depleted
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| Remember you were someone
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| I used to believe in
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| Times done changed
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| Now I’m better off leaving
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| I got these voices in my head
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| That tell me I’m better off without you
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| Now there’s nothing left to be said
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| Gotta go, no, I can’t be around you
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| All those nights you left me on read
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| When you left me lonely with my feelings
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| Too many times, can’t be here again
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| I need to pull up from this deep end
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| Always capping about what I say
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| Actin' like you brand new
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| Told me tap in like the other day
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| But wasn’t even at your fucking condo when I came through
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| Self-love, self-loath
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| If I had a dollar every time your ass went rogue
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| Be a rich man
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| Instead I’m in quicksand
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| Never meant to fall
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| Like bikes without they kickstand, man
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| 'Stead I got my head up on my shoulders
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| Moving mountains fuck a boulder
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| Diving deeper getting colder, yeah, yeah
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| Gotta shake off
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| Why I’m feeling mediocre
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| 'Cause the fact I’m gettin' lit up
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| Like my whip getting pulled over
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| Blowing 0's like a breathlizer
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| All the voices in my head, they only getting louder
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| That’s why I write these tunes
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| Hoping all this drama ends real soon
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| I got these voices in my head
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| That tell me I’m better off without you
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| Now there’s nothing left to be said
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| Gotta go, no, I can’t be around you
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| All those nights you left me on read
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| When you left me lonely with my feelings
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| Too many times, can’t be here again
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| I need to pull up from this deep end
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| I got these voices in my head
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| That tell me I’m better off without you
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| Now there’s nothing left to be said
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| Gotta go, no, I can’t be around you
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| All those nights you left me on read
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| When you left me lonely with my feelings
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| Too many times, can’t be here again
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| I need to pull up from this deep end |