Am I Who I Hate

Lyrics

Chorus: (Z.Settle) Where you at I need space I been on the road, to my place I seen too much gold, on my face Stare into the glass Self examinate Am I who I Where you at I need space I been on the road, to my place I seen too much gold, on my face Stare into the glass Am I who I Hate? Am I who I Hate? Verse One: (Z.Settle) Cannot explain all the shit I been on Ooh, I feel all alone Constantly talking look I got my mom on the phone Like K-dot got top on the phone Cannot explain to these people they wrong You think we at peace, but war goin on Outside, take a step outside, for a second (Sick em, Sick em, Sick em) This the new jam, goodbye sicko mode You looking religious watch you go bicycle mode Yeah My Wrists are frozen watch em go icicle mode God damn Decembers cold Chorus: (Z.Settle) Where you at I need space I been on the road, to my place I seen too much gold, on my face Stare into the glass Self examinate Am I who I Where you at I need space I been on the road, to my place I seen too much gold, on my face Stare into the glass Am I who I Hate? Am I who I Hate? Verse two: (Cracker Jack) Where you been, leave a trace Feel like we been strangers moving at this pace (yuh) Feel like it's danger when we talk this way (yuh) Selfie to the gram, cookie to the face, self intoxicate You know where to find me I apply the pressure watch 'em fold like origami Tryna find myself but it still seems like I can't find me 40 on the wristwatch, don't know where the time be Can you come and find me Can you come and save me Feel like we been distant time been slipping as of lately I don't get the memo either fuck you or its pay me I don't think you're looking for me, but if you're looking for me baby please just take me Time on the road (aye) talk on the phone One more Molly to the face, I guess that I'm on a roll (aye) I won't hit it if its laced (hah) Been there before But I don't know, when I'm alone All I think is Chorus: (Z.Settle and Cracker Jack) Where you at Leave a trace I been on the road to my place Feel like it's danger when we talk this way Stare into the glass Cookie to the face, self intoxicate Where you been I need space Feel like we been strangers moving at this pace I seen too much gold on my face Cookie to the face, Self intoxicate Am I who I hate?