[Hook] I'm having arguments alone So I must be out my mind She said I'm so worried bout you I say trust me I'll be fine Trust me I'll be fine Having arguments alone Discussions with my mind I must be losing it x4 It must be gone [Verse 1] Where the hell did it go? What the f** did we do with it Tell me who the f** did we show? What the f** did we prove? Looking at what we gained partner Not the stuff that we lose f**ing up in this game Really f**s me up in my brain Trying hard to make sense of it Everytime a ni- dies now People thinking I said so Gripping up cos I said something Putting all of my dogs on ya I recall when that meant something I just wanted my dogs on Not running off cos I left something Standing out cos I made sh** Not blaming it cos I spent something Shopping sprees both winds come Still I predict an intense summer Every year I face every fear Known to man still press-a-beer Presevere I meant persevere Hope you're hearing my verses clear Used to think I was worthless here Now I look around at the sh** like I don't know if it's work this year I don't like all these serpents here I don't know who put percs in here But fill my cup back up again so I don't do much work in here I got work in here All alone who's lurking here? On my own since birth damn near Yelling at myself in the mirror like i'm my own damn perrson here What we doing need church near here I don't know if my work is clear But if you're talking behind my back Better hope that it don't surface here [Hook] [Verse 2] Thank you for your concern Appreciate the kind words Gangster guy that just learned Look, I don't know where my mind went It was probably some nonsense Maybe it was that hot one Had me pleading no contest f** around with this b**h hard Run it like some contest Things are gettin a bit bizarre to me The f** is wrong with my concepts? Something talk to my armrest Move it into my waistband s**ers want to talk sh** huh? Do that sh** to my face man What the f** is wrong with this white boy? Might belong in some psych ward The f** is wrong your homeboy What type of sh** is he on bud, because I need some Couple tats on my sleeves done Coming back for my weed ma She don't want to take the blame for it All the damn mistakes that she's done [Hook]