I'm not tryna fight my way back
Honey I'ma show but you left a mark
Rolling mix tapes like we're way back
Chasing after grey but I'm in the dark
Used to call me up
Bullets might flicker they don't make it right
Shit might hurt my eyes
Living on the porch
Then she'd say goodnight
I am on a cycle, 9-1-1
Losing my head, she a loaded gun
I have cried a flood, my tears stay numb
Dancing around where I don't belong
Roaming the streets at four-o'-nine
Empty my pockets for a sign
Laughing over pop rocks like we did when were ten
If we don't end up fucking
I could really use a friend
Used to call me up
Bullets might flicker they don't make it right
Shit might hurt my eyes
Living on the porch
Then she'd say goodnight
I am on a cycle, 9-1-1
Losing my head, she a loaded gun
I have cried a flood, my tears stay numb
Dancing around where I don't belong
Used to call me up
Bullets might flicker they don't make it right
Shit might hurt my eyes
Living on the porch
Then she'd say goodnight
Ayy
I am on a cycle, 9-1-1
Losing my head, she a loaded gun
I have cried a flood, my tears stay numb
Dancing around where I don't belong
La-la-la-la, la, la, la, la
La-la-la-la, la, la, la, la
La-la-la-la, la, la, la, la
La-la-la-la, la, la, la, la