wrote the and recorded in like 3 hours
(Verse 1) My ##### dont want me here She say my vision ain't clear She see the ghosts of the #### from the previous year She threw the Fendi wallet at the wall, it didn't shatter Told me pick a side, it don't really matter 'Cause either way the ladder that I'm climbin' only gettin' fatter The pockets gettin' deeper, but the conversations flatter She want the old me, the one who used to hold her Now the only thing I'm holding is a chip on my shoulder And a ledger full of numbers, man, this life is gettin' colder I'm in the lobby with a new thing, lookin' like a new king She don’t understand the mood swing, it's a new spring… But the same damn rain. (Chorus) Two phones buzzin' on the marble One for the trouble, one for the art, though Yeah, half of me is heartless, the other half is just a target Livin' like a martyr for the market Yeah, a target Two phones buzzin' on the marble Livin' like a martyr for the market Half of me is heartless, the other half is just a target Livin' like a martyr for the market, yeah, a target. (Verse 2) Backseat of the Ghost, I ain't talkin' holy New face on my phone, but the soul is oldie She only know the me that the blogs have told me The quiet, rich enigma that the cash has sold me That's the paradox, pair of Docs on, pair of ###### close 'Cause the love is synthetic but the threats is gross yeah Yeah, they wanna see the balance, they wanna see the talent They wanna see you fall off the beam and lose your balance She wanna talk about feelings and healing I'm lookin' at the cracks in the paint on the ceiling Countin' up the blessings that be lookin' like a burden Is it worth it? For the version of me that is always workin'? Close the deal, close my eyes, yeah the truth is curtains For a temporary high, man, I know for certain… it ain't perfect. Yeah
