We broke up

Some stories end in tragedy. Now is time to change myself and the world.

Worth feeling empty

Inside of tinted Bentleys

Why you always mad at me?

Shorty called shotgun, I'm ridingin' the backseat

I'm always in the backseat, swear it's like a taxi

Why'd you have to play me? I'm done playing happy

Your love was fake, always stuck in your fantasy

But stories end in tragedy, I won't go out sadly

That's all for you, 'cause you treated me badly

Now I'm stacking Benjis inside of tinted Bentleys

A hole where my heart was, it's worth feeling empty

Take a jet to Japan, 'cause you're not in Japan

I hope you move on, but I don't know if you can