[Verse]
You chase a bag for a living
I sit at home in the studio plotting on getting the baddest of women
I fall in love too fast, quick to fall out of that shit
And I want a love that lasts
But all my problems are thick and I don't exist
I lost myself baby, tell me why I feel crazy
I think it’s my fault, said the way I've been acting lately is
So off that I can't bother talking with you
What’s the point of the struggle if you can't depend on me
Lost in your view [?] your heart
And I want to go from the start
Video vixens inside of my car
I got a girl back home in my heart
We fell in love but that shit fell apart
I can say that you said things that don't matter
It's all just perspective, the only common factor is
We got some shit we can give to eachother
We gotta figure it out, we gotta figure it
Rather not live here without it
We got some shit for each other, we gotta figure it out
We gotta figure it out, figure it out