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