The Places We Called Ours

Too crazy, too lazy, too extra, what have you
Too worked up, too hazy, mind stuck on fuck, pay me
Get there somehow baby
Bags packed up and my back breaking
Tags been cut when I start aching
All I’ve tried is some motivating to myself
All I’ve thought won’t be kept on a shelf
All I’ve been taught won’t be good for my health
I won’t even start
Put myself on a one way ticket from my room to a stage
One ripped out page when I wrote about Tay
Turned to scars on my neck, feeling like the next day
Few blurred out months then it’s back to my past
Still rue the day of my first real relapse

(Ay)

Quick flash
Get back to a poured out glass
On stats and the stacked up cash
If I can Imma get that back
Yeah, you know I’m a bad one
Spend my days
Hope to god you had fun
Yeah

You know?

You know

Yeah, you know?

Too crazy, too lazy, too extra, what have you
Too worked up, too hazy, mind stuck on fuck, pay me

Too crazy, too lazy, too extra, what have you
Too worked up, too hazy, mind stuck on fuck, pay me

Ahh

I miss the days we wouldn’t fall out
Rejecting all these calls now
Without you what’s the point?

The memories we cry about
The places we called ours now
It always circles back to you
To you