[Intro]
(Phone ringing and girls screaming)
[Joey] - Hello?
[Girl] - Baby...
- What happened?
- You're dumb?
- What have you been doin'
- Well... Don't worry, he's gone. I'll tell you more about it
- Ha, you're crazy. See you right now
- Bye
(Girls laughing)
And yet

[Verse 1]
Tell the yellow cabbie "hold it up''
Freezin' from the wind, tryna run the line drunk
And I cannot feel my fingers or my toes
Matter of fact, whole body numb from the cold
Staring at me, she ain't got a soul
Eyes so black, even gotta hellish glow
Recognised and threw me back a grin
Knew the consequences, yet I said I'm all in
Every lie we pass again, colder
Pull up to the crib, second minute, "lemme hold ya"
[?]
Ain't even underwater but I've already drowned

[Hook]
It's like you're so dead from faces
You're running through all my patience
So high you'll pee on the maintenance
I'm just so used to the paces
I'm just sayin' righteous, righteous
I'm tryna break through your sayins
See right through words you've been prayin'
Owe me like I'm fresh for late
But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone)

[Verse 2]
Started cooking in and quickly out it
She played a quick card, starting gettin' pretty proudy
Guess we really never saw it coming
Cause if I did, homie, swear, I swear I'd be running
Too late, cause she put it in my drink
Couldn't even think, as I faded in the pink
Man, I swear the smell of death is kinda sweet
Until you know what's happenin', flatline B
Story seems to happen everyday
Eulogy springs [?], passed away
Alcoholic section, while it is
She was using FEA, tryna make it in LA
And the worst part, he became the topic
Lil column in the Times, page 9, no profit
(people screaming and laughing)
Lil column in the Times, page 9, no profit
[Hook]
It's like you're so dead from faces
You're running through all my patience
So high you'll pee on the maintenance
I'm just so used to the paces
I'm just sayin' righteous, righteous
I'm tryna break through your sayins
See right through words you've been prayin'
Owe me like I'm fresh for late
But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone)

[Outro]
But I'm too gone (but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone, but I'm too gone)