Headspace Lyrics

I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace

I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace

I think I need to get away for the night

Fuckin up my headspace

Huh

Drive the Porsche watch me swerve out the lot

Sippin lean cliché pour a four in my pop

I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace

I gotta get away for the night, I gotta get away for the night

Sex, money, drugs but I just want love

I'm fucked up on drugs but Im trynna change myself

Smoke a blunt sit back trynna heal from the pain

Trynna heal from the past fucked up trynna save myself

I hate when I self-sabotage cause that's when I hate myself

I might pop out of Hell with a Glock 19

Too high right now demons laughing at me

Devil creepin yeah he looking right back up at me

I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace

I'm way too in my head right now smoke a spliff feel good, yeah I feel better

I'm on a private island trynna get away from this Hell that I call home

Demons they creepin' yeah they all inside of my home

Yeah, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, oh, oh, oh

Uh

I'm in the studio my phone on DND trynna stay focused

I'm in a Maybach truck tell the chauffeur move up cause a nigga need leg space

I gotta stop taking drugs its fuckin me up, I'm thinking I need me some headspace

Uh, headspace, crushing pills snorting lines on a jet plane

I think I need me some headspace, sipping Lean got me high till the next day

(Till the next day)

I'm taking pills till the next day, I'm up in London I'm high off the blues

I'm a money counting, Percocet feining for the pills

I'm In love with them codeine thrills

Hmm, I'm getting chills

Got a big ass Tommy gun feel like I'm Rambo when I shoot shit up in the field

Im a paid ass nigga getting cash for real

I'm bout my racks for real, counting stack for real

I could die right now they don't know how I feel

But it's all good shorty, In the stu pouring out my feels

Drive the Porsche watch me swerve out the lot

Sippin lean cliché pour a four in my pop

I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace

I gotta get away for the night, I gotta get away for the night

Sex, money, drugs but I just want love

I'm fucked up on drugs but Im trynna change myself

Smoke a blunt sit back trynna heal from the pain

Trynna heal from the past fucked up trynna save myself

I hate when I self-sabotage cause that's when I hate myself

I might pop out of Hell with a Glock 19

Too high right now demons laughing at me

Devil creepin yeah he looking right back up at me

I gotta cut off these hoes cause all of these bitches they fuckin up my headspace

I'm way too in my head right now smoke a spliff feel good, yeah I feel better

I'm on a private island trynna get away from this Hell that I call home