[Hook]
Tearing out
Tearing out the pieces, of me
To replace the broken pieces of you

[Verse]
I got a lot of broken pieces that I’m trynna pick up
I got a lot sorrows that im always trynna soak up
All those sorrows bring me down drastically
That’s why I’m always smoking on my cali green
Everything thing in front of me seems so far
Just when I can grab it, it disappears in the dark
I admire all the times you made me laugh
I admire everything even tho it’s sad
Even tho I sit here and talk about my fucking past like that’s not coming back
Everything happens for a reason like when you turned your back and didn’t even have a reason
Apart from everything I did for you I never thought I would be into you
Now it’s 3 am all I think about is you
I really wish I could of made you my fucking boo

[Chrous]
Yeah I'm talking all this random shit, I know this bitch always on my mind like random shit, I know you trynna figure all this shit, really wish you didn't do the shit you did, now you always here
Always yelling and crying trynna figure out, if I give a fuck about you are you even my spouse, I really wanna make it out this house, I really wanna make it out this world baby tryna be my girl

[Hook]
Tearing out
Tearing out the pieces, of me
To replace the broken pieces of you
[Verse 2]
You approached me, with a new n***a thought I would care, all I did was stare, never really cared
Bout your new n***a
I’m on a new level
Always pulling triggers
Yeah
I got a new bitch at the crib
She a trap a queen
Yeah she extra thick
After she bagged all my shit, told her get out the crib while I write my shit, yeah
It’s 1 am and I’m drinking again, I'm crossed faded from all the liquor and weed again
All of a sudden it was the next day I really pray that I didn’t fuck up already today
Stayed in my bed and thought a bit, tried to remember but ended
Up losing track of it
Yeah, but everything felt good again
No more pain no more stressing just a new day this shit a blessing every single day
I wake up just to see the fucking next day
We take it for granted like we do our parents live in their shoes, it ain’t no Paris

[Chrous]
Yeah I'm talking all this random shit, I know this bitch always on my mind like random shit, I know you trynna figure all this shit, really wish you didn't do the shit you did, now you always here
Always yelling and crying trynna figure out, if I give a fuck about you are you even my spouse, I really wanna make it out this house, I really wanna make it out this world baby tryna be my girl