WHITE TURNS RED

Get me something to relax, babe
My thrill gone, my girl gone
Token ain't fit, just a bent bridge that I built this world on
Seventeen you couldn't tell me I wasn't gon' be the biggest deal,
Fillin' up that relationship showed me failure's in me still
Caught on camera, baby found out her boyfriend got history
I f**ked that whole sh*t up, it's done
That stuff woke up the b*tch in me
F**ked around and signed this deal the same time my ambition leave
Supposed to be go-time now
I might just let them write that hit for me
Where's the album Where he at
They say I love you when you sad
You keep it real, they keep it real
I do not wanna write no raps
I wanna be distracted by them red high heels
Hit the scene, boom, chit-chat's getting real
I’m starting to think they only believe in me when I believe in me
But what would my referrals done
Been a year, my girl gone
Irony about replacement bitch who fill my lust
I get so twisted with her, I can't even f**k
I might hit a miss and it's a loss, over budget
I’m a cost, I get lost inside the red just to show myself a boss
Scrapped the album another time, another time, another time
And time passed
Label spent a couple million on a ****ing white flag
My mama don't like my……
My mama don't like my b*tch but she control me the best
This drink's the only reason don't feel like my throat's on my chest
It ain't bullimia if the shots just made the choices instead
My bitch the same, but she lil' worse
She wants to see bones through her flesh
I been so anxious when she hold my hand she feel my heartbeat
And don't smoke 'round my sister bro, we just got the girl clean
She tryna recreate my ex, she made her hair curly
Maybe my sister hallucinating, gotta make sure the girl sleep
Lot of my new homies 'bout to die for me before my old ones
They crackin' jokes, my drunk ass burned himself last time he rolled up
I used to feel some level of pride by not getting high that I say, you know
I feel more pride in highs, but now realize my lows are too low
She say she like the girls that shaped like Summer Walker, Doja Cat and Remy Ma
I know a few, but she don't wanna bring 'em in so I don't bring it up
I might tell a lie, but I don't cheat, you know
The homies laugh at me being forgetful, but it's intentional
Yeah we keep me in schedule, tight and perfected
’Cause when my schedule open up, then what am I left with
I was out in L.A., baby called the dude a friend
Found out she f**ked him, when I'm high, I forget it
But it always did for me