I saw you in the back of my room last night
Standing out under the exit sign
I know it wasn't really you, though
Cause you were always in the front row
And I've been looking for love online
And maybe some of them real good guys
They're never gonna be like you, though
Except the part that I miss you
I wanna be twenty-something
And still in my head
Seventeen in my bedroom talking
Said that by now we need people
Our shared apartment
You stole everything I've been wanting
You think we could work it out
So what are you doing now?
He was looking crazy, should've known that we would have it
I can buy a building like a Carter for the addicts
I've been holding down, been suppressing all this madness
Been a threat, ain't really looking like your average
Seen a brick flip fifty times off the package
Young and I was always selling
Throwing up, throwing up, throwing up
Didn't wrap it
Seen a man, that nigga couldn't breathe
Asthmatic
Itching just to hit him, is it worth it in traffic?
Riding by myself, I had to do it on my own
Trap, it wasn't bumping, I resorted to a thorn
Shorty, why my heart, I held it down, took it slow
I was in the park, dogs dark up their soul
Oh, you ain't no fifteen selling dope
Oh, you ain't no used to dream, bought a boat
And not for trips, want the ones with the low
Go and break it down with the bros
I'm a gangster, a rockstar, a shooter on the side
Why you want me with me, girl, we shootin' on the side
It's crazy how we broke the bomb, but we breakin' ties
And all you see is pain in my eyes
But these diamonds, they shine like an ice cube
And you be actin' like you cold, I don't like you
And if I ever went away, wouldn't write you
The way I'm stuntin', all these niggas gon' entice you
All of your twenty sons, and it's still in my head
So the thing in my bedroom's walkin', it's set to find out
We need to paint the walls of our * apartment
There's still everything in my bedroom, it's set to find out


The thing I've been wantin', I think we could work it out
So what are you doin' now?
It ain't nothin' to me, I let it breeze past
And if it's somethin' to me, I make a callin'
And we got hundred of those, shoot off your beeswax
Spin a block, summertime in the mornin'
Mamas cry, funeral's got a marlin'
He writin' statements, so they white-chalked him
I seen my nigga turn a rack, he a rodent
I seen a shorty backdoor me when it's open
I had a homie clap for me, do a life bid
Ain't too much niggas, I was right, I was right
And I'm for Tyson
In 2013, I was on a mod ting
And I ain't even talkin' music, I was ridin'
And have you ever did a shoot and seen the sirens?
And drove by, I'm hella nervous in silence
My dog told me, ain't too many who gon' hold you
You find a shorty doin' that, that's the new jewels
Lovin' * a nigga really used to
Bitch, you lucky if you blushin', I approach you
I made a couple hundred thousand off of Pro Tools
What makes you think I'ma sit around and hold you?
I'll coach you, show you the way just to get it
I heard it's all cap and all these niggas
Be pathetic
You the type to go out bad, post it on Reddit
Where I'm goin' now, *, there's really no tellin'
I'm a felon, but I made it, I'm the greatest, it's a blessing
Catch it and I save it, start to spend it in abundance
I can tell by how you talk that you love it
This ain't Hell's Kitchen, but I'll really shave a onion
Provider and protector, type to go and shoot a dummy
We don't gotta be together, tell me that you love me
And I ain't worried about it, girl, I'm gettin' money
And I ain't worried about it, girl, I'm gettin' money
I'm still in my head
17 in my bedroom talkin', I said goodbye now
We can take the walls of our shared apartment
Show everything I wanted, I think we could work it out
So what are you doin' now?
We can take the walls of our shared apartment
Show everything I wanted, I think we could work it out
So what are you doin' now?