Drifting (feat. Chris Brown e Tory Lanez)

Got this flight to London

I ain’t pop no Xans for it

In case you was wondering

I ain’t even plan for it

I just left L. A

Barely caught the plane

Fucking TSA

Swear a nigga ran for it

Ain’t used to this fame shit

This you all know my name-shit

Me, I’m just the same kid

That fucked around and made it

Fucked over my main chick

Damn she was the main chick

Thinking bout the game

I shouldn’t have played

But I played it

And now I’m missing your love

I’ma roll up, I’m faded once again

I don’t know where I am

But I just know I’m drifting far from you

I’m tryna keep my head strong

But my heart won’t

Just let me grow away from you

Don’t you know we’re drifting off, drifting off?

I know you think that it’s my fault we’re falling off

All this hope and disregard, drifting off

I know you think there ain’t no fault, we fall apart

And now I’m missing your love

I blame it on the distance

It’s why I’m fucking on these bitches

These numbers in my phone

A text pops up, she’s like, who is this?

You probably got a mistress

Probably every week it switches

Now is this cause for concern?

And should I be suspicious?

I’m overseas tripping, a million miles away

And she’s still in L. A., my mom’s out in the Bay

And these overseas minutes add up

That’s a lot to pay

I can pay it, yeah I know

But it’s the excuse I say

She’s been tryna track me down

I feel like I’m… And now

Dodging her when she’s the one

I’m out here tripping, acting wild

Start to wonder if I’ve changed

I’m like how could that be now?

Would these bi**hes be here really

If I wasn’t rapping now?

Now tell me now

I’m just so conflicted

It’s been so long since we kicked it

And I can’t lie, I’ve missed it

But somewhere the current shifted

And now I’m somewhere else

Far away, feel like we drifted

Hard to face the facts

I’m drinking to escape, and then get lifted

Get swept under a rug

Get a change, something different for a while

Yeah we grew apart with time

We ain’t kicked it in a while

But I still think about you now

Without you, see this difference is now

Bullshit happens, how could we have known?

Nothing can prepare us

From sleeping at your parents

Now do sold out shows in Paris

To parties at my hotel

Seshing blunts off of my terrace

Tell me, how’d we ever come to live this careless?