scars

Didn't know exactly when you left, I

Focused on the money, I was focused on a bag, right

But now I know exactly why you left

Maybe I was in the wrong but baby I'm not in the wrong so you gotta try your best

Really counting up my digits, yeah, money is my favorite piece of art

Clouding up my vision, get so high that I can't even see the stars

Bad bitch wanna come inside my crib, I told her fuck me in the car

Never knew that life was so amazing till I healed from these scars

Yeah, really didn't need you no more

Every time I see your face, it's like I never wanna go back again