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