87 Trophies

You collecting broken hearts like trophies
In another world I'm high yeah you know me
I cannot decide if I want you by my side, yeah
I'm sorry not sorry I'm choosing money every time
Yeah
Yeah I'm starting to get over it
Pulled up in that all matte rover, yeah
And that money coming closer, yeah
She want my love but I'm over it
Feeling like I'm in the matrix
I've been taking day trips
To ease my mind, yeah, free my mind
Nothing hurts more than a little too much in my head
In my bed
With the devil now I'm dead
I don't even try to listen I can hear the disrespect
I can't tell you how I'm feeling cuz that shit autocorrect
Taking too many of these drugs I disconnect
Now I'm talking to too many of these girls, they upset
And I've seen you one too many times, times
Everybody on my line telling me to try, try, man I'm trying
Trophies on the wall, you the sweetest of them all
Nothing like a bit of withdrawal