too early

The clothes

The cars

The bags

The drugs

And the money

Is all

You'll have

You'd assume

I'd be whole

But i'm broke

I'm writing hits like swing or miss

I got used

To this crib

I'm exhausted

Give me all that i've ever missed out on

Check check im on

Stages i hit back to back then back up on the road

Back to packing bags i bet this bag won't fit my clothes

I bet i cop a couple more to carry baggage when im home

The clothes

The cars

The bags

The drugs

And the money

Is all

You'll have

What you see

Isn't me

Isn't right

It's a way to numb it up and subdue

This mood

These nights

The emptyness that I feel is heightened

If I could

Go back then

I wouldn't have ever decided

To chase it

Oh to chase it

The clothes

The cars

The bags

The drugs

And the money

Is all

You'll have