(Classic on the track, boy)
Someday I'll be over the sea
Living on the west coast, my bitch and me
Can't you see, can't you see
Suicide, no apostrophe
No one cares, that's just how it be
My mama asking what's wrong with me
I'm living a rockstar life, no regular persona
She'll take your heart and she'll make it hurt
Turn you to a broker
Check the flip sheet, I ain't lying
Sip this lean I am flying
Get a bitch, I ain't tying
One more heartbreak, I am tired
Check it, check it, check it, check it
Faded, faded, faded, faded
Someday I'll be over the sea
Living on the west coast, my bitch and me
Can't you see, can't you see
Suicide, no apostrophe
No one cares, that's just how it be
My mama asking what's wrong with me