THOUGHTS IN A BASEMENT, Pt. 3

I made a song about you, but you probably didn't listen Where are you now? Close enough to kill, with no permission Gotta slow down How many nights have you played that position, that you hate? Got me questioning the state of the relationship What happened to just pacing it, and you're not into wasting it Maybe this is love, but I don't really see my place in it I hate to see you cry, cause I ain't come equipped with handkerchiefs And you can see its crazy on this side I need a break from this Saving dolla dolla bills I sleep alone, and fight the chills Writing down my dreams Parton me a big believer still If I get back on track, no looking back I'm headed for the hills Smoking to relax, and it's a fact that I regret it still I promise I'm just tryna build These niggas cap for TMZ Take me back to capping wax, and capturing the better me I promised I wouldn't lose myself, but overdosed on flattery The memories are scattering No settling All my bros got goals of being better men The snow falls, and I evolve into an introvert Before this matrix takes a hold of me I'll break it first I hate the fact you got so close to me, an ancient curse And you ain't really gotta wait on me, cause I know being anxious hurts In this basement there's a way to make it all reverse And I can fake it, and just act like I ain't been through worst I'm not committing to your ways of life, and how it works Or babysitting your emotions when you feel remorse Distractions are the death of me, you know a haunted hearse No I won't jeopardize a life for me God set the course