WEST END - Masked Man, Caim, maru.

I was a kid, yeah, I don’t know better

I need to keep talking, baby, I don’t want let up

Cause I don’t get my word out, baby, Imma regret it

If you give me chances, baby Imma do better

Imma do better

You won’t regret it, I am the type of guy with the worth to invest in

But I can go from loving just to fucking your best friend

Call me blessed then, on the west end

I’m tired of tripping out

I’m tired of playing games, I’m tired of running round

Been thinking harder lately, palisades keep breaking down

Stay claiming it’s love, but it’s feeling like lust when you’re not around

And I’v been pulling out of promises like price tags

Wnt from fucking to breaking your nightstand

I stand up, Tito’s in my cup

And a bottle of Hennesy just to down when I’m done, wait

Fuck my life, I wanted better shit

Can’t believe I wasted eight years on fucking — this

I mean I meant the world to you

So why am I feeling empty in this sunken abyss

I mean it’s prolly the molly, sum' to do with these pills

I’ve been trapping alone, It’s so much harder to feel

I know the curb your best friend

So it means nothing to me

And it means nothing for real, sincerely

I was a kid, yeah, I don’t know better

I need to keep talking, baby, I don’t want let up

Cause I don’t get my word out, baby, Imma regret it

If you give me chances, baby Imma do better

Imma do better

You won’t regret it, I am the type of guy with the worth to invest in

But I can go from loving just to fucking your best friend

Call me blessed then, on the west end

Came from the east to south, on the west end

Shawty said she hate me, so I slid on her best friend

Now she say she mad for what I did, steady pressin

I can never please her, situation so depressing

Like ooo, changing my ways for you

I’ll do anything times two

Tell me what a dog gotta do

Or Imma disappear like poof

Watch ya step, better make the right move

All these bitches like to pick and choose

I could never chase like you, like ooo

Dance baby dance, shake it till you can’t move

You can call a friend, then we can really groove

I cannot pretend that’s not something I could do

If I say I love, then I really love you

But fuck that

I was a kid, yeah, I don’t know better

I need to keep talking, baby, I don’t want let up

Cause I don’t get my word out, baby, Imma regret it

If you give me chances, baby Imma do better

Imma do better

You won’t regret it, I am the type of guy with the worth to invest in

But I can go from loving just to fucking your best friend

Call me blessed then, on the west end

Oh, put me back to sleep

Baby, I’m in deep

Put me back to sleep

Baby, I’m in deep

Put me back to sleep

Baby, I’m in deep

Oh, oh, put me back to sleep

Baby, I’m in deep

See you again this weekday

I’m on the way to your big city

In my Chevrolet

I won’t be late