Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain't feel it
This ain't 'bout fiends, this ain't 'bout critics, this about how I'm livin' (talk to 'em)
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know, yeah
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better (yeah)
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Youngin in the drop-top
Swerving lane to lane, what a dirty game, yeah