Killed the me that I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind, I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (Let it go)
Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California
Someone cut the lights off please
I’ve kinda sad lately
I know that I’m good for you
But you’re kinda bad, baby
We’re justin’ love chants, brewin’ up potions
I had a premonition I was overdosin’
Someone cut the lights off please
Don’t want you to look at me
I paint my nails black
If I ever look happy then it’s an act
Every day is an anxiety attack
I wish that I could take it back
To when I was drinkin’ water out the tap
With the Kiddy logo printed on the cap
Tell me, was it my fear of bein’ complacent
That eneded up leavin’ me so jaded
I’m miserable even though I made it
Got a house in the Hills and I ****in’ hate it
Killed the me that I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind, I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (Let it go)
Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California
They gon’ be missin’ me
It’s gon’ be chaos when it come down to my royalties
I keep it still, I miss the exit, that’s by any means
I chop up an ice watch, fill the closet with anything
I got on Prada shoes and Prada tee
I love my brother, rest in peace, I know you’re proud of me
I’m pourin’ mud, I’m tryna stay away from Billy Jean
Open up all the opens, everybody sayin’ I’m half asleep
And I got demons on my shoulder, heart gettin’ colder
I’m so cold
Keep me a heater, that’s my toaster
In my cut, you would never know
The streets don’t love, I don’t either
I don’t need ya, no-no-no
Pray on my knees and I stay strong
Take care of my family if I die young
Killed the me that I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind, I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (Let it go)
Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California
All this bread it gon’ make you spit up
We not dead, ayy, look, I made you sit up
I don’t talk to a pillow
I don’t walk, Rolls Royce Truck
Said an old lady and her baby’s goin’ sad
I told that b#tch I been the service for the rap
I can take the jets to Seattle without the scan
I can shoot this b#tch like an veteran with the size
Now that Porsche came gray like Randy
Now in LA, I done OD’d on twenty xannies
And my baby’s smile’s mine
She tryna kiss me while we ride (Mwah)
We ’bout to **** around and die (**** around and die)
Even people the hills got eyes
Now she tryna hire another spy
Killed the me that I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind, I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (Let it go)
Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California
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