Killed the me I used to be

I might die in California

In my mind, I had a dreamSaw a demon on my shoulder

Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (let it go)

Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California, mmm

Ayy, someone cut the lights off please

I′ve been kinda sad lately

I know that I'm good for you (yeah)

But you kinda bad, baby (mm)

We′re just doin' love chants, brewin' up the potion

I had a premonition I was overdosin′ (so)

Someone cut the lights off please

I don′t want you to look at me

I paint my nails black

If I ever look happy then it's an act

Every day is an anxiety attack

I wish I could take it back

To when I was drinkin′ water out the tap

With the Cleveland logo printed on my hat

Tell me, was it my fear of bein' complacent

That ended up leavin′ me so jaded?

I'm miserable even though I made it

Got a house in the Hills and I fuckin′ hate it (ayy)

Killed the me I used to be

I might die in California

In my mind, I had a dream

Saw a demon on my shoulder

Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (let it go)

Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California

They gon' be missin' me

It′s gon′ be chaos when it come down to my royalties

I keep it still, I miss the exit, that's by any means (woah)

I chop up an ice watch, fill the closet with anything

I got on Prada shoes and Prada tee (yes)

I love my brother, rest in peace, I know you′re proud of me

I'm pourin′ mud, I'm tryna stay away from Billy Jean

Open up all the opens, everybody sayin′ I'm half asleep

And I got demons on my shoulder, heart gettin' colder, I′m so cold

Keep me a heater, that′s my toaster

In my cut, you would never know

The streets don't love you, I don′t either

I don't need ya, no-no-no

I pray on my knees and I stay strong

Take care of my family, don′t wan' die alone

Killed the me I used to be

I might die in California

In my mind, I had a dream

Saw a demon on my shoulder

Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (let it go)

Yeah, I know, I might die in California (yeah), die in California

All this bread make her spit up

When I did, ayy, look, I made you sit up

I don′t talk to a pillow

I don't walk, Rolls Royce Truck

Tell the old ladies that her baby's goin′ sad (ah)

I told that bitch I been a service for the rap (grrah, grrah)

I can take the jets to Seattle without the scan

I can shoot this bitch like a veteran, we′re precise (grrah, grrah)

911 Porsche came gray like granny

Now I'm in L.A., I done OD′d on 20 xannies

Slime, I see my baby smile, wah-wah

She tryna kiss it while we ride (mwah)

We 'bout to fuck around and die (fuck around and die)

Living in the hills, kinda high

Now she tryna hire another spy

Killed the me that I used to be (yeah)

I might die in California

In my mind, I had a dream

Saw a demon on my shoulder

Yeah, I know, I should probably let it go (let it go)

Yeah, I know, I might die in California, die in California, mmm