Somebody Out There

(альбом: Lost Angeles - 2019)

It's too much hate at home
I wish that I could finds somewhere that we belong
What I gotta say to get home?
Every single bag I blow 'til I'm so numb
I never tap out 'til it's gone ('Til it's gone, gone)
Tryna make something beautiful from my problems
Ain't no check you can spend on me
I could check my intensity
'Til the next, 'til the death of me
'Til the death of me, yeah

Somebody out there getting rich of the drugs I do
Somebody out there picking up every dollar I lose
If I stay, gonna treat me like a fool
Somebody out there getting rich of the drugs I do

Young things in the old school
No lies what I told you, yeah
Showed him what I showed you, you
Now I know that you're cold too
Young girl tryna OD, yeah
Caught the feel when she on me, yeah
You know, but I wanna leave, ooh
Ain't no press on my net worth
Can't tax on our self-worth
You can't bull, put yourself first
Put yourself first

Somebody out there getting rich of the drugs I do
Somebody out there picking up every dollar I lose
If I stay, gonna treat me like a fool
Somebody out there getting rich of the drugs I do

Somebody out there getting rich of the drugs I do (Of the drugs I do)
Somebody out there picking up every dollar I lose (Every dollar I lose)
If I stay, gonna treat me like a fool
Somebody out there getting rich of all the drugs

Somebody out there getting rich of the drugs I do (Of the drugs I do)
Somebody out there picking up every dollar I lose (Every single dollar)
If I stay, gonna treat me like a fool
Somebody out there getting rich of the drugs I do

Of the drugs I do
Of the drugs I do
Of the drugs I do