Ill Lit
Mid-City
I'm hoping you get better, dear
Cuz even east LA is west of here
I should have left you sooner
But there would have been no fear
To deny, when the time was right
Tell me what you want from me
And i can sell you what i used to need
Wonder how your health will fade
And pull you in to ask if you still feel
Courageous
It's pride that makes you fake shit
Call me if you make it
If there's a bar then lower it, dear
Cuz even east LA is west of here
I should have left you sooner
But there would have been no fear
To deny, when the time was right
Tell me what you want from me
And i can sell you what i used to need
Wonder how your health will fade
And pull me in to ask if i still feel
Courageous
I'm almost out of space here
Cannot tell the girls from the wait staff