Bitch I wish it was simple
Cop an ounce we ain't go to the dispo
It was this close (this close)
I'm paranoid when without you
I'm paranoid when I'm with you
Yeah it's all in my head bitch I made up the issue
Got some holes in my head I still miss you
Five hundred on some shoes that I'll never wear
Convertible I gotta hold my hair
I don't play fair
I'm seeing patterns off a square
She say she love the way I stare into the wall and disappear
I wasn't a fiend till I got a feel
I was in a dream that shit wasn't real
I need a better deal
All the time I misused
Bitch I'd go back but It's no use
I need new views
I got pills I don't need to cruise
I got pills I don't need you
