(Intro: Sample)
You're almost sure to be a loser
Tired of being by myself
Guess I'll find me someone who wants...

(Verse 1: GQ)
Pick up where we left off, like F off, R2
Part 2 of a train wreck by my car view, lost you
Finding that, pirate maps are hard without an X to mark
When it changed, who's to blame? Why we always stretch the part?
Wish I had an extra heart for you that I could offer you
Instead of us making each other sick, coughing through
Not perfect but i'm worth it, so deserving
The passion sucks, now we actin' up, open curtain
She packin' up, i'm mad as fuck like when you check out
Hopefully before we pass, catch you on the next route
Hard to see, hard for me to manage, need bandages
Once you find out the trick, then the magic vanishes
Damage is too severe, couldn't fix through the years
Funny feeling in my stomach every time that you'd appear
Just a mirage of mine, my prettiest illusion
I never thought the same problem would be my solution

(Hook: GQ)
I'm feelin' (Too high)
You took me (Too high)
How I get? (Too high)
I'm feelin' (Too high)
She took me (Too high)
Will I go? (Too high)

(Verse 2: GQ)
Rear lights flashin', disaster and a warning sign
Recordin' night vision while tryna make it to morning time
Tell Pop that his Son tryna do more than shine
They ain't got success in my size, I had to order mine
I was born to climb, like i'm tryna pick a orange or lime
Far from it, almost there i'm tip-toeing the border line
I'm just hoping my tight roping will keep me up
I ain't tryna fall and it's too deep to jump
Pickin' pieces up, can't drop, below there's not a net for me
To life I give my all and music gets whatever's left of me
Especially, knowing, that I have a lot for livin'
Forgive me for the shit that's not forgiven
Walkin' in the sky without a ribbon, it's hittin'
I clear my mind with the same clear, that I'm sippin'
Driven, off the road hope that I return, return...
Playing with fire tryna not to burn, burn....

(Hook: GQ (X3))