Whoa! writhing my eulogy now yeah, yeah, couple late nights
Settle down yeah yeah, I wonder what they gone read, I wonder what they gone see yeah
Trading my pain for a crown yeah yeah, in the presence of a king bow down yeah yeah
I wonder what they gone read, low highs, low me, yeahhh
(But she wrote) 200 on a freeway, (but she wrote) I see devil of my dismay
(She wrote) still praying for my highs and lows, (she wrote) saw you called but I should go
(But she wrote) 200 on a freeway, (but she wrote) see devil of my dismay
(She wrote) I ain't got time to blow, (she wrote) low high low low
Who loves me... how should I know, they keep that low key, that's a low low
And then I got rejected that's a low blow, I never been accepted love is so cold
But maybe that's my self esteem I hate most, maybe it's the best of me they came for
I'm just tryna turn the other cheek, especially cause talk is cheap
I hear them whispers man you weak, yeahhhhh
If you agree with that, I'm in a world where they hate being good or black
I might die from NyQuil or OD on crack, the rich getting welfare in the form of tax, I said
Sin before my eyes, sin before my eyes, I'm like Jesus walk on that Kanye vibe
And if my love ever die I'm gone Kanye cry, keep the devil out my life on that Kanye bye
Whoa! writhing my eulogy now yeah, yeah, couple late nights, settle down yeah yeah
I wonder what they gone read, I wonder what they gone see yeah
Trading my pain for a crown yeah yeah, in the presence of a king bow down yeah yeah
I wonder what they gone read, low highs, low me, yeahhh
(But she wrote) 200 on a freeway, (but she wrote) I see devil of my dismay
(She wrote) still praying for my highs and lows, (she wrote) saw you called but I should go
(But she wrote) 200 on a freeway, (but she wrote) see devil of my dismay
(She wrote) I ain't got time to blow, (she wrote) low high low low