These Days

These days it's like it never ends so I keep filling up my briefcase

With unreleased music, lyrics, enough money for three days

But I'm spending so much need a duffle with at least eight

2am studio sessions leaving it on replay

After a night with you my head spinning like a DJ

Picked you up in Monterey and drove out to the East Bay

Lucky as it get I'm better off winning the sweepstakes

Fuck up our connection like I'm bad at racing relay

I need you to understand like you had the low ground

Say you had everything you wanted you still tryna go out

And emotions building up so I'ma let it pour out

She start picking up my lingo

Bad Spanish bitch She bilingual

Said she like my music she a singer

Till it all go wrong and crop the picture

Balenciaga frames it cost to have this vision

Ain't no genie by my side but I'ma keep on wishing

I test my luck like I just stumbled on a wishing well

If this the last time that I see you, then I wish you well

I wish you would tell me how you feel

I wish I could help you, be for real

I wish I could help you, be for real

I wish you would tell me how you feel

Bentley pull up to your crib and got the Casamigos

I know you fucking with me baby keep it on the d-low

And I know you don't want your heart snatched like I'm Deebo

And every shot is like a heartbreak until I reload

These days it's like it never ends so I keep filling up my briefcase

With unreleased music, lyrics, enough money for three days

But I'm spending so much need a duffle with at least eight

2am studio sessions leaving it on replay

After a night with you my head spinning like a DJ

Picked you up in Monterey and drove out to the East Bay

Lucky as it get I'm better off winning the sweepstakes

Fuck up our connection like I'm bad at racing relay