I don't really scream anymore
I don't really cry anymore
I'm never really down anymore
But I never really fly anymore
I don't daydream anymore
I never just ride anymore
I don't blow clouds anymore
I don't waste time anymore
I don't chase brands anymore
I don't wait in line anymore
Never fantasize anymore
I don't want friends anymore
I don't make peace anymore
I don't drop plans anymore
I don't really lack anymore
K in my hand at the door
I don't wanna ball anymore
It ain't about fans anymore
I don't wanna chill anymore
Pouring all your pills on the floor
Getting real tired of the whores
I don't buy lies anymore
Put the ball back in the court
I don't play nice when I'm bored
World is a pit for the kind
Nights all lit for the blind
Everybody should have looked for the signs
'Cause I died nine times in my mind
I don't really scream anymore
I don't really cry anymore
I'm never really down anymore
But I never really fly anymore
I don't daydream anymore
I never just ride anymore
I don't blow clouds anymore
I don't waste time anymore
Anymore