Finally here, Imma star with the timing. My swagger is chill and my flow is reclining.
Until you find yourself, it's impossible to lose you
I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence/ Started not to give a f- and stop fearing the consequence/ Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments.
Wrong way down a one-way, women don't get saved 'round me even on a Sunday.
It's a difficult time for a lot of people right now.
What's up wit these new niggas? And why they think it all come so easy?