Drop another thousand on a bag I can't afford
I've been stuck inside a cycle
Now I'm feinding for some more
I've been stuck inside the cycle
Now deaths knocking out my door
Get some pounds and now I'm flying higher than I did before
Empty vows and empty bottles never bring me closure
I always try to run but I feel it getting closer
You been acting shady always lockin up that phone
When you text I'm dry, I won't ever go home
Baby, tell me
Are we too young for this love
Gave you everything but I'm still not enough
Searching for the right one
I admit
I've got fucking problems
You can't fix it
I don't know where I'd go, where am I?
Who am I?
Where am I?
O-oh, woah-oh, o-oh, woah-oh, o-oha, o-oh, o-oh, o-ooh