(Why am I here? How did I get here..?)
Turn the lights off
I might turn to stone
Drinking Lysol
Cleaning out my throat
Is it my fault that I'm all alone?
Is it my turn to pick up the phone?
Turn the lights off
I'm a turn to stone
Drinking Lysol
Cleaning out my throat
Is it my fault that I'm all alone?
Is it my turn to pick up the phone?
Blah, blah, shorty all up in my ear like
La, la, nothing that I wanna hear, right
Stomp 'em out in my replicas, yeah
It's blood all over my replicas
But that's how I got em
I want it, I buy it
Mask on like I'm Myers
Put em on a flyer
I'm not dream, can't take it off
She see me and take it off
I''ve no choice, I'm taking off
I think I'm a, I think that I'm a...
Walk in the store and I buy what I want
My friends are overseas, I see them whenever I want
First class flight to Asia, yes, I'm seated in the front
7s and Helix, been my family from the jump
Step out for my shallow fit
I'm feeling elegant
I used to be fearless, started winning for the hell of it
Had to cut him off, we put that boy up in the Edison
I've been here forever, I should call myself a veteran
Cause you'll always be my shadow
Any crib I walk into, it turns into a castle
I can make 10 racks with a computer and piano
All your music's shallow
No wonder you plateaued
Turn the lights off
I might turn to stone
Drinking Lysol
Cleaning out my throat
Is it my fault that I'm all alone?
Is it my turn to pick up the phone?
Turn the lights off
I'm a turn to stone
Drinking Lysol
Cleaning out my throat
Is it my fault that I'm all alone?
Is it my turn to pick up the phone?