die in california

Killed the me 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

Yeah, I know I might die in California

Die in California

Ayy

Someone cut the lights off, please

I've been kinda sad lately

I know that I'm good for you, but you're kinda bad, baby

Witches doin' love chants, brewin' up the potion

I had a premonition I was overdosin'

So someone cut the lights off, please

I 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 I could take it back to when I was drinkin' water out the tap

With the Cleveland logo printed on my hat

Tell me was it my fear of bein' complacent

That ended up leavin' me so jaded (Ended up leavin' me)

I'm miserable even though I made it

Got a house in the hills and I ****in' hate it

Killed the me 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 comes down to my royalties

I keep the stick like Mister X and that's by any means

Watch out for opps, watch out for cops, they kill for anything

I got on Prada shoes and Prada tee

I love my brudda, rest in peace, I know you're proud of me

I'm pourin' mud up, tryna stay away from Billie Jean

On all these uppers, everybody say I hardly sleep

And I got demons on my shoulder, heart gettin' colder, oh so cold

Keep me a heater, that's my toaster in my coat, you never know

The streets don't love you, I don't need love, I don't need you, no, no, no

I pray on my knees and I stay strong

Take care of my family, I don't wanna die alone

Killed the me 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, make her, speed up

When I did, ate her, I made her sit up

I don't talk to a pillow

I don't walk, Rolls Royce truck

Tell the old ladies and the babies go inside

I told that *****, I been a savage before the rappin'

I can take the jet to Seattle without the sky

I can shoot this ***** like a veteran with precise

911 Porsche Cayenne grey like a granny

Dyin' in LA, I done OD'd on twenty Xannies, slime

Oh, she my baby, she my wife

She tryna kiss it while we ride (Muah)

We bouta **** around and die

Livin' in the hills, got eyes (Eyes)

Now she tryna hire her a spy (Now she tryna hire her a spy)

Killed the me 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

Yeah, I know I might die in California

Die in California