Killed the me I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know
I should probably let it go (let it go)
Yeah, I know
I might die in California
Die in California

Ayy, someone cut the lights off please
I've kinda sad lately
I know that I'm good for you (yeah)
But you kinda bad, baby
Witches doin' love chants, brewin' up the potion
I had a premonition I was overdosin'
So someone cut the lights off, please
I don't want you to look at me
I paint my nails black
If I ever look happy, then it's an act
Every day is an anxiety attack
I wish I could take it back
To when I was drinkin' water out the tap
With the Cleveland logo printed on my hat
Tell me was it my fear of being complacent
That ended up leavin' me so jaded? (Ended up leavin' me)
I'm miserable even though I made it
Got a house in the hills and I fuckin' hate it (ayy)

Killed the me I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know
I should probably let it go (let it go)
Yeah, I know
I might die in California
Die in California

They gon' be missin' me
It's gon be chaos when it come down to my royalties
I keep the stick like Mister X and that's by any means
Watch out for opps, watch out for cops, they kill for anything
I got on Prada shoes and Prada tee (yes)
I love my brother, rest in peace, I know he proud of me
I'm pourin' mud up, tryna stay away from Billie Jean
On all these uppers, everybody say I hardly sleep
And I got demons on my shoulder
Heart gettin' colder, I'm so cold
Keep me a heater, that's my toaster
In my coat, you never know
Streets don't love you, I don't either
I don't need you, no, no, no
I pray on my knees and I stay strong
Take care of my family, I don't wan' die alone

Killed the me I used to be
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know
I should probably let it go (let it go)
Yeah, I know
I might die in California (yeah)
Die in California

All this bread make her spit up
When I did, ate her, I made her sit up
I don't talk to a pillow
I don't walk, Rolls Royce truck
Tell the old ladies and the babies, "Go inside"
I told that bitch I been a savage 'fore the rap
I can take the jet to Seattle without the scan
I can shoot this bitch like a veteran with precise
911 Porsche came grey like a granny
Dyin' in LA, I done OD'd on twenty Xannies
Slime
Oh, she my baby, she my wife
She tryna kiss it while we ride (muah)
We 'bout to fuck around and die ('bout to fuck around and die)
Livin' in the hills, gotta hide (hide)
Now she's tryna hire her a spy (now she's tryna hire her a spy)

Killed the me I used to be (yeah)
I might die in California
In my mind I had a dream
Saw a demon on my shoulder
Yeah, I know
I should probably let it go (let it go)
Yeah, I know
I might die in California
Die in California

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Writer(s): Colson Baker, Jeffrey Lamar Williams, Sergio Kitchens, Travis L. Barker