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Yeah, yeah

Conversations with Mary, my future's gettin' scary
These bitches start to tempt me, empty but my soul is full, they' full of it
Please don't forget me, I worked too hard to not be poppin'
Either this or it's a coffin, walkin' 'til my phone is knockin'
[?] that woah. How many days do I got?
How many nights have I lost? Is my shit empty or full?
'Cause the glass is half to the top, I can't decide, I must be trippin'
Must be drugs inside my system, maybe problems with commitment
I don't wanna keep on dyin' inside
But when you' closest to death is when they say you feel so alive
I put my heart on the line and they hang my shit out to dry
I got a bitch from Dubai who won't put me right on a flight
Just bumpin' Pac and tuckin' pouches, flyin' coach and bunkin' couches
f*ckin' thots inside the studio 'cause swear that's where my house is
On my mama I could never let these labels play me out
Take a hit of sum'n special, in my mind I think about this

Tell me where your mind is
I can't even lie, I'm lit
I don't wanna run away
But it's about the time I did
Tell me where your mind is
I can't even lie, I'm lit
I don't wanna run away
But it's about the time I did
Tell me where your mind is

My mind's trippin', I'm gone sippin' on Dom, listen
I'm [?] I really shoot like LeBron, listen
I'm gone missing like 20K for my arm, tickin'
Play me out, you can't ever play me out
I'm in my bag and check my credit plus my shit don't ever bounce
Out in Boston where there's [?] I might take some shots myself
Planted seeds and grew a garden, Mary Jane I beg your pardon
Huh

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