All these bands make my head hurt All the gas 'til my lungs black Drugs 'posed to make it better She keep askin' where the love at Really don't know what to tell her You miss the old me, but fuck that I'm movin' on for the better Smokin' on gas 'til my head hurt Don't gotta stay, if she wanna leave then I'ma let her But my lil' baby cannot end of me, I swear we tethered What I said before I left her I had to grow out my feathers I went and pulled up and blessed her Heart cold, it ain't December Chop give that boy a check-up Chop hit him from the neck up Lost, but I'm tryna get up Lost, but I'm tryna get up I'm just tryna get my bread up If that boy talkin', we get down, smacked up by Berettas They say that I'm in my glow, I'm really up in the shows I got way too many hoes, had to let some of 'em go, oh AMG, pushin' to start, you know that we hittin' road I'm way too high off this gas, lil' bitch, I'm high off this dro Really been up since a jit, I get a rack and spend on my fit, I'm him I'm here just talkin' my shit, you see the Prada, Margiela my kicks, uh-huh Lil' bitch had a show on the flip, might as well tell her, her nigga my kid, uh-huh Wock' in this pint, this shit real, you can just tell by the way that it stick, uh-huh All these bands make my head hurt All the gas 'til my lungs black Drugs 'posed to make it better She keep askin' where the love at Really don't know what to tell her You miss the old me, but fuck that I'm movin' on for the better All these bands make my head hurt All the gas 'til my lungs black Drugs 'posed to make it better She keep askin' where the love at Really don't know what to tell her You miss the old me, but fuck that I'm movin' on for the better (I'm movin' on for the better) I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh) I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh) I'm movin' on for the better, yeah (Uh, uh) I'm movin' on for the better, yeah, uh