Bags and Highs

When I get mad, I. Always end up looking like the bad, guy. That's cause I don't show the times that I get sad, and cry. I just run my feelings off chasing these bags, and highs. She think I'm a bad guy, Really just a sad guy. Sayin her heart grew cold, but I ain't never had mine. Finesse my final chance, promise this will be the last time. But we both know I'm damaged, and you slipped in the landslide. Thinking bout the past like, She my favorite past time. I knew it wouldn't last, I was only here to pass time. I guess I see it now, You said I'd blow up like a landmine. But I'll never forget, remember kissing on your tan lines. Every now and then I be thinking maybe we can try, Then here we go again, you back to playing with my damn mind. Quit playing with my damn mind, I just popped a xan, I, Can't do this shit again, I'll be made out as the bad guy. Cut the roof off, got my hands in the sky, Like a true boss, I'm the man, I'm the guy. I know you gonna trip, I put the planning aside, Swear I always feel off when the planets align. Now I'm here, looking at the mess you made, Drop the act, getting sick of your masquerade. My flow facts, spitting venom and acid rain, My heart closed so there isn't capacity. Yeah it's true, and I know that you're bad for me, Ragged; I'm left like Shakespearean tragedies. Half of these thoughts I don't speak and it's sad to see, Me, never open, but it's just cause you had the key. Lemme out, I been wanting so bad to leave, Half of me wanna stay, I'll be the bad one, sheesh.