die in california

(الألبوم: mainstream sellout - 2022)

Killed the me I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go
Yeah, I know I might die in California
Die in California

Ayy
Someone cut the lights off, please
I've been kinda sad lately
I know that I'm good for you, but you're kinda bad, baby
Witches doing love chants, brewing up the potion
I had a premonition I was overdosing
So someone cut the lights off, please
I don't want you to look at me
I paint my nails black, if I ever look happy then it's an act
Every day is an anxiety attack
I wish I could take it back to when I was drinking water out the tap
With the Cleveland logo printed on my hat
Tell me was it my fear of being complacent
That ended up leaving me so jaded (Ended up leaving me)
I'm miserable even though I made it
Got a house in the hills and I fucking hate it

Killed the me I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (Let it go)
Yeah, I know I might die in California
Die in California

They gon' be missing me
It's gon be chaos when it comes down to my royalties
I keep the stick like Mister X and that's by any means
Watch out for opps, watch out for cops, they kill for anything
I got on Prada shoes and Prada tee
I love my brudda, rest in peace, I know you're proud of me
I'm pouring mud up, tryna stay away from Billie Jean
On all these uppers, everybody say I hardly sleep
And I got demons on my shoulder, heart getting colder, oh so cold
Keep me a heater, that's my toaster in my coat, you never know
The streets don't love you, I don't need love, I don't need you, no, no, no
I pray on my knees and I stay strong
Take care of my family, I don't wanna die alone

Killed the me I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (Let it go)
Yeah, I know I might die in California
Die in California

All this bread, make her, speed up
When I did, ate her, I made her sit up
I don't talk to a pillow
I don't walk, Rolls Royce truck
Tell the old ladies and the babies go inside
I told that bitch, I been a savage before the rapping
I can take the jet to Seattle without the sky
I can shoot this bitch like a veteran with precise
911 Porsche Cayenne grey like a granny
Dying in LA, I done OD'd on twenty Xannies, slime
Oh, she my baby, she my wife
She tryna kiss it while we ride (Muah)
We bouta fuck around and die
Living in the hills, got eyes (Eyes)
Now she tryna hire her a spy (Now she tryna hire her a spy)

Killed the me I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go
Yeah, I know I might die in California
Die in California