Days in the south, I tweet about it Used to read about me sometimes Your nose runnin' from the blow Funny thing you didn't even notice Color blinds, I'm a judge, yeah That first night in that hatchback Where we focused over, you came first And I, I think about that sometimes, yeah Earthquake poems, heartbreak poets I still reek from the potion, potion Speeding tickets, we exceed the limit I blame it on the young and the wicked I blame it on the young and the wicked You feel like I'm turning into something, into something And I feel like I'm losing you to nothing, you to nothing Why you work hard to tell me? I've been on the low, you can't help me Hold y'all up in your feelings I don't want your Copro, Pepsi My V124, it's ghosting through the snow My neck is ice, not frozen, not like that, you know Roaming through the north side, on me like a horse ride Alley with the Burma, yeah, now I'm on the floor I don't wanna come right, fuckin' up my new fashion Wearing out my new style You feel like I'm turning into something, into something And I feel like I'm losing you to nothing, you to nothing You feel like I'm turning into something, into something And I feel like I'm losing you to nothing, you to nothing