Ill Lit - Mid-City lyrics

I'm hoping you get better, dear Cuz even east LA is west of here. I should have left you sooner But there would have been no fear To deny, when the time was right. Tell me what you want from me And i can sell you what i used to need. Wonder how your health will fade And pull you in to ask if you still feel Courageous. It's pride that makes you fake sh**, Call me if you make it. If there's a bar then lower it, dear Cuz even east LA is west of here, I should have left you sooner But there would have been no fear To deny, when the time was right. Tell me what you want from me And i can sell you what i used to need. Wonder how your health will fade And pull me in to ask if i still feel Courageous. I'm almost out of space here, Cannot tell the girls from the wait staff.