Killed in 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 kinda bad baby Witches doing love chants brewing up the potion I had a premonition I was overdosing 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 Everyday is an anxiety attack I wish I could take it back To when I was drinking water at the tap With the Cleveland logo printed on my hat Tell me it wasn't my fear of being complacent That ended up leaving me so jaded I'm miserable even though I made it Bought a house in the hills and I *** hate it Killed in 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 They gon' be missing me It's gon' be cash when it come down to my royalties I keep it still like Mr. X and that's by any means Watch out for us, watch out for cops, they good for anything I got on powder shoes and powder tees I love my brother recipes, I know you proud of me I'm pouring mud, I'm tryna stay away from Billie Jean On all these others, everybody say I hardly sleep And I got demons on my shoulder Heart getting colder, I'm so cold Give me a heater, that's my toaster Get my cold, you'll never know She don't love you, I don't need her I don't need ya, no no no I pray on my knees and I stay strong Taking my family on down low Killed in 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 All this bread, made up, spit up When I did, ate up, I made the sit up I don't talk, two up, pill up I don't walk, rose, rush up I tell the old ladies and the babies go inside I told that bitch I've been a savage for the rap I can take the jet to Seattle without the sky I can shoot this bitch like a veteran with the size 911 Porsche came gray like a granny 9 in L.A., I done OD'd on 20 Xannies Fine, oh she my baby, she my wine She tryna kiss it while we ride We bout to *** around and die Livin' in the sky Now she tryna hire a spy Killed in 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