Switched

I'm holding my self, holding my self
I'm Holding my self up

I'd never go, I'd never go
The way you're not on my mind
You had me sold
You got me done
I'm switched, all the way

Weekdays at Cabana
While the weekends
I work weekends with her
Pictures steady linking with her
Fingers barley peaking
And it barley gets misleading
Cause the signs already synced in
That the freaking get to peaking
In the middle of the, woah
In the middle of the summer
With the drugs out all out the cupboard, huh
Hundred degrees let it freeze in a month
Hover in September
How the hell you don't remember
When the tempo was just simpler
Now the tempo off a bump
Vintage, it's vintage
Switching off a template
Now I'm out here winning
And you're just one to watch
Left cheek with a hand print
Leave em' with ransom
Shorty this is handsome
And you're just one to watch

I'd never go, I'd never go
The way you're not on my mind
You had me sold
You got me done
And done
I'm switched, all the way

Composing my self
Composing my self
Holding back
Holding back
I'm switching that

Percocet's and hella sex
I know you wanna get it bad
Worldview in the rear view
I'm just trying to go and feed the fam
Righteous man, it depends
Apply the pressure out the can
Holding on to my dismay
I wonder why that never change
I know who and I know that
That these spirits talking back
They know and they know who
and I just now got the clue
Out the loop a adda do
Fall right back, Fall right to
The big show to wait for you
To switch back and switch back to old you

I'd never go, I'd never go
The way you're not on my mind
You had me sold
You got me done
And done
I'm switched, all the way
Oh