Testo Wrong Relief

I'm in L.A. missing London, money in abundance
Hollywood feeling like an open-air dungeon
My sons love doing shit that I been done
And they love making songs that I been sung
She love push my buttons, no, she don't play fair
I'm like fuck Sunset, really miss Mayfair
You won't ever catch me in some shit that they wear
Told her how much bread I made last week, she said, "Say swear" 'Cause my whole heart is in this shit and they fake care
I'm twenty-one now, but was eighteen when I made it

I set myself on fire and I really just stayed lit
Set myself on fire and I really just stayed lit
I set myself on fire and I really just stayed lit
I set myself on fire and I really just stayed lit

These London blues gon' kill me 'fore these drugs do
Miss London, take my money 'fore these whores do
I said, "Don't touch that, I already— uh-uh"
I said, "Don't touch that, I already warned you"
These London blues gon' kill me 'fore these drugs do
Miss London, take my money 'fore these whores do
I said, "Don't touch that, I already— uh-uh" I said, "Don't touch that, I already warned you"

Not pickin' up my phone if it is any pain
Only pushing classic whips, don't fuck with candy paint
There's no one in the world that could fix this pain
They blowing up my phone and they causing me pain

I switch up my cup and it fix any pain
I fix up my cup and it switch any pain
I switch up my cup and it fix any pain
I fix up my cup and it switch any pain

I'm in L.A. missing London, money in abundance
Hollywood feeling like an open-air dungeon
My sons love doing shit that I been done
And they love making songs that I been sung
She love push my buttons, no, she don't play fair
I'm like fuck Sunset, really miss Mayfair
You won't ever catch me in some shit that they wear
Told her how much bread I made last week, she said, "Say swear"
'Cause my whole heart is in this shit and they fake care
I'm twenty-one now, but was eighteen when I made it

I set myself on fire and I really just stayed lit
I set myself on fire and I really just stayed lit
I set myself on fire and I really just stayed lit
I set myself on fire and I really just stayed lit

These London blues gon' kill me 'fore these drugs do
Miss London, take my money 'fore these whores do
These London blues gon' kill me 'fore these drugs do
I said, "Don't touch that, I already warned you"