My Own Best Friend (from "Fifth Ave On My High Horse" single)

Fuck it, I'll talk to myself out loud
I'm my own best friend
Yeah, I got a zest for life
I could lose, always find again
Fuck it, I'mma take a detour from the high road
I think I'mma hit fifth ave on my high horse
I think I'mma soak in the rose with the sea salt
Then make these bags with my eyes closed

They got all these thoughts
I think I'mma choose to not give a fuck
There's just too much to do
You have all these thoughts
I think I'mma choose to not give a fuck
There's just too much to do

Sweet like syrup and I'm really in charge
I stay overdressed cause life is a ball
I know you want the spot, you don't know what it entails
I'm fully a boss, down to the details
Curve your calls if it don't make sense
Diamond in the smooth, with the gold accents
Paint new pix in my head, I don't want flashbacks
Had to hit the block cause I don't backtrack

They got all these thoughts
I think I'mma choose to not give a fuck
There's just too much to do
You have all these thoughts
I think I'mma choose to not give a fuck
There's just too much to do