Letras
Look at these chains on me
Look at this pain on me
You've seen the scars, baby
I'll be a star, pay me
Fuckin' on my time
I'mma take that out your check
They know my name, foot up on the city's neck
I been cooking up fame all week
Going insane on these instrumentals
Make this shit look like a breeze
Thats how it is
(That's what I do baby)
But I'm swimming in the deep end
(Swimming in the blue)
I stay lost in the blue
(Bread & butter, sticks & stones
Fuck you mean to tell me where to go?)
And they love that I do
(She want love, she hold me close
She wake up, I'm on the road)
I stay lost in the blue
(Bread & butter, sticks & stones
Fuck you mean to tell me where to go?)
And they love that I do
(She want love, she hold me close
Ain't got the time to take it slow)
Taken those chains off me
Hoping this set me free
I ain't slept in weeks
I've never felt so weak
Wonder if that which I desire is worth these trials and tribulations
Or is all of this for nothing and gon blow up in my face
We're face to face but I'm so spaced out
I'm followed by this rain cloud
I waste the day away and stay awake until the late hours
I truly am
Astray in shades of navy and cerulean
A foolish man, maybe so
Running back to you again
(I stay lost in the blue)
In too deep, I think I'm starting sink
(And they love that I do)
I think I'm flirting with insanity's brink
(I stay lost in the blue)
Without a paddle and a boat with a leak
(And they love that I do)
Been drinking liquor so I slur when I speak
Pretty lady from the city where they rarely ever see the sun shine
And she said you only ever hit me when you want me & you got time
I ain't got time for that
Talkin' 'bout "Why you ain't call me, why you ain't writing back?"
Swimming is tough enough without 120lbs on my back
Pretty girl, pretty girl
Wanna see me
Wanna hold my sword
Shitty when chivalry shimmy off
City girls see me & just want more
Can't give more, I'm all out
Fucked around & we're finding out
Out I poured, what's this bout
Guts spilled and they sprawled around
Made a mess on my kitchen floor
Damn!
Grab a towel
These bougie bitches just got my fire straight burning out
Y'all Los Angeles
Y'all lost & a mess
Somebody need to put y'all in a cab
Don't worry love, I got the check, I gotta.
Check, check can you hear me I feel I'm speaking but I am not reaching you, living too
Fast, fast & I feel like I'm swerving I slam on the breaks til they screeching now
Now I gotta dance, dance
'Cos I fell in love till the halftime show
But that's just another pastime, though
You were just another pastime, though