Lyrics
I've been sitting all alone, so
I don't know why you phoned
Got dreams of driving down dirt roads
Sport cars, a dog and a home
Used to post under tower blocks
'Cause all my brothers sell rocks
All these broad day shootouts
Crazy babies look up to skies
Can't see the truth, dilated eyes
Hands on the world, on your fire
Breaks my heart when I see you cry
Breaks my heart that you'll never come home
Getting high with somebody else
New day, whole different time zone
Still can't live with myself, gone
Left my heart in a bottle of Dom Pérignon
Turn the mansion into a hell house, can't we get along?
Now it's 4 a.m. on the phone singing all the same songs
I'm in a room full of people, I'm alone singing all the same songs
I'm first class trash, drive 'round the Benz, life ain't bad
Try help out, friends put the Rambo knife in your back
No spliffs on plaques, whole year later, still can't relax
'Bout to go on tour, tell all my
Teachers they can kiss crack (Hold up)
My friends slung crack, I was with a light skin girl in the back
Came out the smoke, 'bout to have the world hanging off of my sack
Throw up on a futon, Frères Piç tryna work out where I'm at
I drive 'round doing zombie walks tryna find out where you're at
I can't keep playing the same old songs
I can't keep fooling myself, playing the same old songs
I can't keep playing the same old songs
Left my heart in a bottle of Dom Pérignon
Turn the mansion into a hell house, can't we get along?
Now it's 4 a.m. on the phone singing all the same songs
I'm in a room full of people, I'm alone singing all the same songs
Look in the mirror and scare myself
Spending money to prepare for wealth
Half a pill, pulling on my belt
How we back here? I don't know myself
There's too much I owe myself
Too much pressure
Too much leeches moving extra
Cake to split, I can't pay for this, need to rest up
Get my zen up, could link Russel, do some yoga
Or have Scar Jo call me over
Body's in a coma, wake up drunk, both on the sofa
See the truth right through that Commes
Des suit, I thought the nightmare's over
Naked frame runs through my brain
Prada wearing nighttime stroller
I don't know why you phoned
Got dreams of driving down dirt roads
Sport cars, a dog and a home
Used to post under tower blocks
'Cause all my brothers sell rocks
All these broad day shootouts
Crazy babies look up to skies
Can't see the truth, dilated eyes
Hands on the world, on your fire
Breaks my heart when I see you cry
Breaks my heart that you'll never come home
Getting high with somebody else
New day, whole different time zone
Still can't live with myself, gone
Left my heart in a bottle of Dom Pérignon
Turn the mansion into a hell house, can't we get along?
Now it's 4 a.m. on the phone singing all the same songs
I'm in a room full of people, I'm alone singing all the same songs
I'm first class trash, drive 'round the Benz, life ain't bad
Try help out, friends put the Rambo knife in your back
No spliffs on plaques, whole year later, still can't relax
'Bout to go on tour, tell all my
Teachers they can kiss crack (Hold up)
My friends slung crack, I was with a light skin girl in the back
Came out the smoke, 'bout to have the world hanging off of my sack
Throw up on a futon, Frères Piç tryna work out where I'm at
I drive 'round doing zombie walks tryna find out where you're at
I can't keep playing the same old songs
I can't keep fooling myself, playing the same old songs
I can't keep playing the same old songs
Left my heart in a bottle of Dom Pérignon
Turn the mansion into a hell house, can't we get along?
Now it's 4 a.m. on the phone singing all the same songs
I'm in a room full of people, I'm alone singing all the same songs
Look in the mirror and scare myself
Spending money to prepare for wealth
Half a pill, pulling on my belt
How we back here? I don't know myself
There's too much I owe myself
Too much pressure
Too much leeches moving extra
Cake to split, I can't pay for this, need to rest up
Get my zen up, could link Russel, do some yoga
Or have Scar Jo call me over
Body's in a coma, wake up drunk, both on the sofa
See the truth right through that Commes
Des suit, I thought the nightmare's over
Naked frame runs through my brain
Prada wearing nighttime stroller