Talk of trouble
My girls at the crib
Got me stressed out
Pressed now
Swear to God always on my shit
I just need space to breathe
Cuz I'm running out of air when you speak to me
Hella traffic in my head
I can barely think
And everything that I bring up
You gotta disagree with
Nah, it's not a competition
I don't care who's right or wrong just listen
Looking for the piece of the puzzle thats missin
But every time we try we can never find whats missing
(F*ck it)
Come too far just to quit
Love too hard now I'm sick
Boulevard broken dreams
Pick one side pick a team
(Don't switch up)
Tension cut it with a knife
Tyson like the way she bite
Hangin on by a thread
I don't know whats left
Talk of
(And she's on my shit)
Trouble
(And she's on my shit)
All I wanted was to be part of your timeline
Summer in Chicago by the skyline
Everything like rainbows and sunshine
Rosé and ribeye
Role play the whole night
Nintendo with a glass of Prosecco
Evanescence and loud heavy metal
Goddamn getting so sentimental
I wish I
I wish I
I wish I could go back to that
(Sheesh)
I wish we could get back on track
(Sheesh)
I'm sick of the things that we lack
(Sheesh)
I'm telling you pick up your slack
(Pick it up)
I won't carry the team on my back