Heading South

A split second chance to make it right
But I’m faded quick and always heading south
Your memory like a brick it’s always weighing me down
And I don’t mean to be rude but I was drowning sounds
'nd could you come alone 'cause I don’t fuck with your friends
Don’t wanna fight anymore so Imma play and pretend like everything is alright
Like everything is alright
Telling me I’m doing too well (I, I, I)
Living in a personal hell (I, I, I)
Telling me I’m doing too well
Doing too well there’s no way to sell it
I feel like shit, yeah there’s not much to embellish
'Cause I’m coming off quick hope this body don’t fail me
Got it on my own, ain’t nobody gon' save me
Someone on a night like this
3 am and I’m caught up in a fit, ohh, ohh, ohh
Telling me I’m doing too well (I, I, I)
Living in a personal hell (I, I, I)
Telling me I’m doing too well