Chorus: (Z.Settle)
Where you at
I need space
I been on the road, to my place
I seen too much gold, on my face
Stare into the glass
Self examinate
Am I who I
Where you at
I need space
I been on the road, to my place
I seen too much gold, on my face
Stare into the glass
Am I who I Hate?
Am I who I Hate?

Verse One: (Z.Settle)

Cannot explain all the shit I been on
Ooh, I feel all alone
Constantly talking look I got my mom on the phone Like K-dot got top on the phone
Cannot explain to these people they wrong
You think we at peace, but war goin on
Outside, take a step outside, for a second
(Sick em, Sick em, Sick em)
This the new jam, goodbye sicko mode
You looking religious watch you go bicycle mode
Yeah My Wrists are frozen watch em go icicle mode
God damn Decembers cold

Chorus: (Z.Settle)
Where you at
I need space
I been on the road, to my place
I seen too much gold, on my face
Stare into the glass
Self examinate
Am I who I
Where you at
I need space
I been on the road, to my place
I seen too much gold, on my face
Stare into the glass
Am I who I Hate?
Am I who I Hate?

Verse two: (Cracker Jack)
Where you been, leave a trace
Feel like we been strangers moving at this pace (yuh)
Feel like it's danger when we talk this way (yuh)
Selfie to the gram, cookie to the face, self intoxicate
You know where to find me
I apply the pressure watch 'em fold like origami
Tryna find myself but it still seems like I can't find me
40 on the wristwatch, don't know where the time be
Can you come and find me
Can you come and save me
Feel like we been distant time been slipping as of lately
I don't get the memo either fuck you or its pay me
I don't think you're looking for me, but if you're looking for me baby please just take me
Time on the road (aye) talk on the phone
One more Molly to the face, I guess that I'm on a roll (aye)
I won't hit it if its laced (hah)
Been there before
But I don't know, when I'm alone
All I think is

Chorus: (Z.Settle and Cracker Jack)
Where you at
Leave a trace
I been on the road to my place
Feel like it's danger when we talk this way
Stare into the glass
Cookie to the face, self intoxicate
Where you been
I need space
Feel like we been strangers moving at this pace
I seen too much gold on my face
Cookie to the face, Self intoxicate
Am I who I hate?