[Intro]
Wrote this when I was high
Ego on the ground
My time is passing by
I just hope that I'm around
I wanna make you proud
I wanna sell some records, without selling out
I hope it's not too late, yeah
Please tell me it's not too late, too late, yeah

[Verse]
I been cold for a minute, hold up
Gave em' seven, guess we gotta warm up
You love Cyrus, but I hate his reflection
Not the kind of glass that I like to pour up
I don't play anybody my old shit
I don't even know half the words of my shows
If this shit wasn't real, then it won't be
I'd rather sell my heart than to give you my soul
I had to sit over conversation
Cheated on three, but that death ain't patient
I just hit the bong off the coffee table
'Cause I ain't gettin' high off of likes and favorites
I don't give a fuck about an Instant Grammy
You wanna get the picture? Don't Instagram me
Got a few singles right around the corner
Think it might be time that you understand me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Spend that time, in all the news
Hope you know that I'm, I'm coming soon
From that northside, that northside, that north
That northside, that northside, I know I'll see you soon

[Outro]
From that northside, that northside, that north
That northside, that northside, I know I'll see you soon