Options/Plans. 2
I don’t think you wanna know me
You don’t wanna get too deep
I guess the plan failed on-
Didn’t they tell you money don’t grow on trees?
I told that boy stop being so naive
The shit i’m on make me so nauseous
They told me stop it, got no options (x2)

How could i leave you just so i could be
If i had done that, who would i be?
I’d lose a part of me