Last Flight Songtext

I'm really on the inside
Said, I'm really on the— Really on the— Really on the inside

You get all up in my head and shit and еverybody see it
Fucking up my bread and shit, I'm worried 'bout you chеating
Rolled the dice when I gave you my love, turned out I was tweaking
Turned out I was tweaking
I know you and, baby, you know me
Uh, we had love back when we had we
Uh, thought I found love but I found me a me
It's just me and me
It can't be the three of me
'Cause everybody needing me

I'm constantly making choices, listening to the voices that's stuck inside my head (I'm only a phone call away)
I'm praying for the Joyces, really for Rolls-Royces 'cause all my brothers dead (I'm only a phone call away)
(I'm only a phone call away)

Alright, let's—
Alright, let's— Alright, let's go, let's get it
I ain't no love victim
If anything, I did it
Bad bitch, I done hit it
Baby, I'm a ticket
Know that lil' bitch let me, so I guess that bitch ain't get it

I'm constantly making choices, listening to the voices that's stuck inside my head (I'm only a phone call away)
I'm praying for the Joyces, really for Rolls-Royces 'cause all my brothers dead (I'm only a phone call away)
(I'm only a phone call away)