poster

Birds when I'm looking out the window
 And I see your face, but I can't let go
 Everybody 'tryna be a hero
 Stop playing games, you can't save me now
 House from house, and wall to wall
 I can't do it anymore
 And I tried so hard not to think 'bout it, I fold onto the floor
 Heard she fucking with me, she go everywhere I go, yeah
 And it's a cold world, but I know my heart gets colder
 I put on a mask and leave the house like it's October
 Does it feel good when you know you getting older?
 I don't-I don't wanna talk, I'd rather put down the controller
 And my new fan, back then, used to be a troller
 My old bitch, forgot everything I told her
 Not no T-shirt, we gon' put him on a poster-er
 (Go) Talk tough, and it's reload
 Posted up with Delta, or I'm posted with the C-4
 Jugg his shit, don't think he need more
 Twenty bands, PayPal, the shit I love to see, boy
 Thought he made it out the gutter, it's a decoy
 Running with the burner, step up to me, you get destroyed
 He said he want smoke, but I know he 'bout to fold
 Opposition getting sold, I'm not for it, your fault
 I'm the one who's getting calls
 I don't answer, 'cause I'm not the one to stall
 T-Tell lil' bro, "Come get involved"
 And it's gonna be the last time he talks
 But we not talking at all
 Thought I couldn't do it, but I love to prove them wrong
 Nobody wanna ask you, get him, get him gone
 Don't try, take the fall (Go-)
 But I'm used to it
 I saw-I saw way too much, it made me sick
 I say I don't give a fuck, but it still hits
 I don't know if I can live life like this
 But I grow up, in the fast lane
 You gon' see me doing donuts
 I got two lives, like I hit a fucking bonus
 Tarantino movie, when I pull up, do the most, bruh
 I don't know them, why they acting like they know us?
 Heard she fucking with me, she go everywhere I go, yeah
 And it's a cold world, but I know my heart gets colder
 I put on a mask and leave the house like it's October
 Does it feel good when you know you getting older?
 I don't-I don't wanna talk, I'd rather put down the controller
 And my new fan, back then, used to be a troller
 My old bitch, forgot everything I told her
 Not no T-shirt, we gon' put him on a post-post-post—
 Picture from picture, all up in my wall, and-
 I'm a winner, but maybe not at all, because-
 Hold onto the act up until it falls
 Eighteen, still mad when they call my—