[Intro]
Do you know where Paul is?
(cy4ne)

[Chorus: cy4ne]
Sitting in my room thinking of the past
Wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back
Thinking of the times, when it would last
Now I feel like getting smoked on that fuckin' pack
All these calls through the night, that's what's fuckin' with my mind
Not even having you by my side, that's what's killing me inside
I've tried my best, but I don't really feel alive
Has the time finally arisen to take the dive?

[Verse 1: cy4ne]
That one bitch on LSD, another one on XTC
They see me sippin' Hennessy, tryna shoot me, Kennedy
I was blind but now I see
Don't you realize you're trapped in a simulation
Everything you feel is a false sensation (Sensation, sensation)
Every move I make, it's all for you
Feels like a mistake, 'cause love ain't true
You're the center of my Universe, but I'm not even a star
Feel the pulse of my heartbeat, but I ain't on your radar
I just took another Xanny and I wanna overdose
Can't escape my vices, 'cause I'm so trapped and so lost
[Chorus: cy4ne]
Sitting in my room thinking of the past
Wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back
Thinking of the times, when it would last
Now I feel like getting smoked on that fuckin' pack

[Verse 2: hateoryx]
Thinking 'bout the past, I wanna go back
I-I'm smoking on these packs 'til my lungs are fucking black
Where you got these racks? And they keep beggin' tracks
Gettin' all these bands with always cy4ne
Try and play me like a doll, nah, I don't really want love
Hit a blinker, fucked up, fucked up
See me dancin' in my chair, is that she wanna fuck?
I-I-I don't really want none​, want none
Smoking on a blunt and I ain't fuckin' with no molly
Bitches wanna hit me, I don't answer when they callin'
They keep see me going, I'm on live, I'll drown in molly
T-t-that bitch on my neck, bitch, 'cause I know I'ma be ballin'

[Outro: cy4ne]
Sitting in my room thinking of the past
Wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back
Thinking of the times, when it would last
Now I feel like getting smoked on that fuckin' pack
Sitting in my room thinking of the past
Wanna go back, yeah, I wanna go back
Thinking of the times, when it would last
Now I feel like getting smoked on that fuckin' pa-a—