Think I had enough of your petty games
You rather die the same
I think I had enough of your petty games
Oh, but you rather die the same
I just need space
But any problems you can say it to my face
Acting hard, but boy I know you're bound to break
Going hard I been dashing to the paint
I know who you are, I kept you on the page
But If we're talking scars
They might not erase
I was chasing stars
Couldn't even brace
Saw it all
Nothing new in my way
Yeah
I can't wait for you to change
You rather die the same
Think I had enough of your little petty games
Just a lonely boy on the Eastside
Okay, okay
But I'm positive that everything will be fine
Okay, okay
Just a lonely boy on the Eastside
Okay, okay
But I'm positive that everything will be fine
Okay, okay
