I don’t roll around like I used to Pockets fuller now But I got loose screws Threw Vivienne Westwood on his neck But I’m still living check to check Emotional debt, I owe a few But I owe myself the most revenue Don’t got time to sit around I do, but what’s the point Play my cards different now Got new demons to appoint I got new demons to appoint Yes we’ve all got them Brains are swelling Foreheads sweating We’re all off them Speaking levels Tryna function Plant new flowers in my garden Take the coast to solve my problems Find my balance in some Prada’s Swim deep in cold water