999 young rich

20 min later sit down don't be a hater and this is like sitting here like a paper

pop these percs cus by my lonely

I mean well, I mean well

All is well, it ends well

Inhale, exhale

Losing my sanity, probably

Oh, there ain't no place like home

I wanna go back home

I hate the world we know, oh, oh

There ain’t no place like home

I wanna go back home

I hate the world we know

And keep 'em there, really tryna forget about 'em

They tell me God watchin' over me, I don't doubt it

But I can see 'em gettin' tired of me, sinnin' and wildin'

Don't know what to do with myself these days

Young rich

But all this money don't rid me of my pain

But everywhere I go, I could make it precipitate, rain

There's a lot going on in my head right now

But I manage (but I manage)

Good heart, good soul, both been in good and bad hands