twenty-five hrs

Garden avenue

Yeah, you're right

He ain't right, you're a schmuck, look at it!

Sorry

In Miami, in New York, I will make time

To be there for you even over state lines

I am up, I can't sleep, it was 3:09

Girl, it's love but my trust for you will take time

I won't die, you were right on the first go

I am numb, I am broken, I am ice cold

You could see it in my flesh in the photos

That you took at the party 'fore I went home

My addictions mold my weak mind

But with these party drugs, I feel right

Dose-induced demons haunting my line of sight

I guess I'll be taking more to go to sleep tonight

But think back, to when I was laid back

Big 'Woods, big 'Woods, I drank Jack

She was prеssed, hol' up hoe, are you mad?

Shе had confidence like she had paid half

But you—, but you didn't, though

I guess you just miserable

People fuck their life up, but they'll never say they did it, though

It's always someone else, that I didn't know

She told me she going home, but the snap map says different, oh

Red leaves fall on me in the streetlight

She a snake, so I guess that make me a heat light

When I drink, I tell her I just need some me-time

In this studio, I write until I ugly cry

Seven bands on my coat, it's a garbage bag

Purple jeans with Ferri belt, but still my pants sag

Purple cup full of Wock', it's a good night

Plus my Backwoods was full of home grown limelight

In Miami, in New York, I will make time

To be there for you even over state lines

I am up, I can't sleep, it was 3:09

Girl, it's love but my trust for you will take time

I won't die, you were right on the first go (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)

I am numb, I am broken, I am ice cold (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)

You could see it in my flesh in the photos (Yeah, yeah)

That you took at the party 'fore I went home (Woah)

In New York smokin' spliffs, it had me nauseous

I've been tryna find your lovin' since I lost it

You say I don't make no sense, I made a million off of logic

You say I ain't ballin', but I'm the top prospect

All this ice on my neck, and my bro ridin' with a stick, boy, don't get cross-checked

Ain't nothin' to pop him like a pill, you know we not pressed

My bars Fentanyl, my killers' gon' let it ring out when they get the call

He could act like he solid and still tell

Started stackin' up my chips, and the love starting to feel stale

And I need a mil' still, and my bitches killin' shit too, Leesta Kill Bill

All my bars Fentanyl, you can't get a real pill (Yeah)

In New York, in Miami, in Toronto

I don't know whether to trust you anymore

Used to fuck with passion, I don't want to touch you anymore

Guess it come down to the fact that I don't love you anymore (Yeah)

In Miami, in New York, feel like I need you the most

In that Wraith, and the doors suicidal, I didn't leave you a note

Suffocating me, girl, I can't even breathe when you close

Still can't believe that I made the mistake of keeping you close

In Miami, in New York, I will make time

To be there for you even over state lines

I am up, I can't sleep, it was 3:09

Girl, it's love but my trust for you will take time

I won't die, you were right on the first go

I am numb, I am broken, I am ice cold

You could see it in my flesh in the photos

That you took at the party 'fore I went home