Killed the 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 (let it go)
Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California, mmm
Ayy, someone cut the lights off please
I’ve been kinda sad lately
I know that I’m good for you (yeah)
But you kinda bad, baby (mm)
We’re just doin’ love chants, brewin’ up the potion
I had a premonition I was overdosin’ (so)
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
Every day is an anxiety attack
I wish I could take it back
To when I was drinkin’ water out the tap
With the Cleveland logo printed on my hat
Tell me, was it my fear of bein’ complacent
That ended up leavin’ me so jaded?
I’m miserable even though I made it
Got a house in the Hills and I fuckin’ hate it (ayy)
Killed the 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 (let it go)
Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California
They gon’ be missin’ me
It’s gon’ be chaos when it come down to my royalties
I keep it still, I miss the exit, that’s by any means (woah)
I chop up an ice watch, fill the closet with anything
I got on Prada shoes and Prada tee (yes)
I love my brother, rest in peace, I know you’re proud of me
I’m pourin’ mud, I’m tryna stay away from Billy Jean
Open up all the opens, everybody sayin’ I’m half asleep
And I got demons on my shoulder, heart gettin’ colder, I’m so cold
Keep me a heater, that’s my toaster
In my cut, you would never know
The streets don’t love you, I don’t either
I don’t need ya, no-no-no
I pray on my knees and I stay strong
Take care of my family, don’t wan’ die alone
Killed the 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 (let it go)
Yeah, I know, I might die in California (yeah), die in California
All this bread make her spit up
When I did, ayy, look, I made you sit up
I don’t talk to a pillow
I don’t walk, Rolls Royce Truck
Tell the old ladies that her baby’s goin’ sad (ah)
I told that bitch I been a service for the rap (grrah, grrah)
I can take the jets to Seattle without the scan
I can shoot this bitch like a veteran, we’re precise (grrah, grrah)
911 Porsche came gray like granny
Now I’m in L.A., I done OD’d on 20 xannies
Slime, I see my baby smile, wah-wah
She tryna kiss it while we ride (mwah)
We ’bout to fuck around and die (fuck around and die)
Living in the hills, kinda high
Now she tryna hire another spy
Killed the me that I used to be (yeah)
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 (let it go)
Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California, mmm
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