American Psycho ft. Coop

Lookin’ back at the past like damn was I toxic

Blamin’ others for my problems and damn that’s ironic

I was broke, I would blow my last dollars to smoke chronic

So know that I’m gon write as long as I got it

I was lost burnin’ bridges as soon as I crossed em

I would skip work and lie to my bosses

I would drag women right into my nonsense

Giving them problems they shouldn’t have regardless

Yeah regardless if they loved me or not

I couldn’t trust em, busy livin’ as somebody I’m not

Projecting issues that’s within you and your soul gonna rot

I remember tweakin’ police gonna come to my spot