[Lyric] HALFTIME (POP ELIXiR)

[Verse]
Running, (okay)
I’m finally out of steam but you’re still gripping, (okay)
I couldn’t stay away why aren’t you listening, to me

Now we’ve been freakin’ it under the sheets
And I don’t got guilt cause’ she lookin’ for me (okay)

But I don’t feel bad for a bitch cause all of her hoes been talkin’ to me (okay)
And I don’t have time for a trick, cause most of these hoes they just acting sweet

But that’s okay I'm in the studio, again
Pouring my shit out like “RIP friends”
I’m staring at life thru the cartier lens

She making me happy I'm paying her rent
Not with blue faces or the cash, she making me tense

So what kind of dangеr I'm in?
I’m sneaking around I ain’t steering a benz
I kept it a sеcret, I ain’t tell my men
Cause money make enemies turn into friends
I sequestered myself, give a fuck bout a bitch
I popped me a pill, hit a digital lick
I might hit her back but it’s not gon’ be quick
I meditate daily on floodin’ the wrist

For the one time
Life got me down and they want me to give up, but fuck em’
I’ll come back at halftime
I see what I want and I take it, I hopped in that jet and I flew it to Anaheim

Not for attention, I came here alone, I never have fun but I never go home
I live in a liminal space on my own
My mind is a prison, I'm bussin’ the dome

I lick up a tab now I’m buzzing in Rome
Picked up a 40 and silenced the phone
I drink 'til I’m hammered and fuck 'til I’m gone
I’m blowing the pressure, cannabis cologne

As long as you’re satisfied then I’m okay
I never could sit aside, like a relay
I blew all my problems off, in the ashtray
I hope you know how I feel, every birthday

[Tag: John Kearney]
(H-H-H-H-Hello?)
[Outro]
2016 I ain’t have a single nickel to my last name, (okay)
I was occupied with staying single while I’m tryna entertain a couple dames, (okay)

I was off time, telling all lies, asking “will it ever be the same?”, (no)
Screaming "fuck you, I hate you, I don’t even think you even feel the shame"