Stripes in the mail, packs on the road
First-class seat on a plane back home
Sunset dawn through my rose-gold frames
Tryna stay low, get away from the fame
Mama just called, said I'm doing too much
Drinking way too much, tryna keep me numb
Keep me dumb, thinkin' life's all fun
Till you lose what you got, now you ain't got none
And that's how it's gon' be forever
Let go of the pain? I would never
'Cause I can't do shit without ever
Feelin' the way that I'm doing much better
Friends only see me for profit-the margin
The money that come through from all of the shit that I do
I gotta appoint for myself and anoint all the hate
And make sure what I'm speaking is true
I'm way too f*cking young to fall in love
And girl, I can't say that you the one
I'm way too f*cking young to fall in love
I still gotta prove that
I'm my mama's son
Right?
Right
