Wrote this when I was high
Ego on the ground
My time is passin' by
I just hope that I'm around
I want to make ya proud
I want to sell some records, without sellin' out
I hope it's not too late, yeah
Please tell me it's not too late, too late..

I been going for a minute, hold up
Gave em' seven, guess we got to warm up
Ya luv Cyrus, but I hate his reflection
Not the kinda glass I'd like to pour up
I don't play anybody my old shit
I don't even know half the words of my shows
If this shit wasn't real, then it won't be
I'd rather sell my heart than give ya my soul
I had to sit over conversation
Cheated on three, but that death ain’t patient
I just hit the bong off the coffee table
Cause I ain't getting high of likes and favorites
I don't give a fuck about an Instant Grammy
Ya want to get a picture? Don't Instagram me
Got a few singles right around the corner
Think it might be time that ya understand me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Spend that time, in all the news
Hope ya know that, I'm comin' soon from that
Northside, that northside, that north
That northside, that northside, I know, I'll see ya soon

From that northside, that northside, that north
That northside, that northside, I know, I'll see ya soon