Ayo, no point in lying, no point in trying anymore
Change of direction and now I'm flying to the door
Am I being used? Question kinda dumb
It's rhetorical and some at this point I wanna run
I don't need no handout, I'm a cook soul
Know I'ma go see how it pan out
Make it too hot, I might have to bring the fan out
Now to drown you out, I ain't know it could blow that loud
Damn, we don't work out, rebellion's on horizon
You don't hear me now, you really don't have a horizon
Do we need sirens? Cause I need help
If I was a pair of pants, I'd be looking for a belt
Cause you always bring me down and I'm looking for an up
So it's gotten to a point where I do this shit myself
Am I being used? Question kinda dumb
It's rhetorical and some at this point I wanna run
See I'm a star, look at me from afar
Haunted me down to earth, when you nesting on Mars
You kinda know how I movе, too much space to a soul
But I'ma tell you the truе shit now
When I'm gone and I roam round the globe for three months, that's too long
With us lumped in, that's sweet
So I fall for the truth
That's a snack, not a feast
They don't mean much to me cause I know that I have a bigger need
Back at home in my room from a fall