bags on my eyes but i think they're designer

Bags on my eyes but I think they're designer Looking for peace but you know I can't find it Thoughts in my head they keep saying I'm violent Choppa on me and I can't keep it silent Bags on my eyes but I think they're designer Looking for shawty but I cannot find her I feel okay but my heads under water 100 missed calls I don't like be bothered Windows are tinted so no one can see me I'm making music cuz no one can feel me I keep my hood up so nobody talk to me I hate my home town and most of 'em dead to me Bad lil bitch on my phone My momma she miss me at home I'm in LA I got shows on the road Then I'll go back home just to cry all alone I do not fuck with vlone Revenge on me until I'm dead and I'm gone Hollywood bitches are clones I just wan' be by my shawty at home I'm pouring my drank Pulling up faded at my show where I lean on the stage and they all scream my pain I cannot fuck with a lame but they all claim my name cuz they know I got fame, ugh I get what I want, thought I told you before Back of the club in some vintage dior Nose has been running I'll settle the score I made a few bands but I'm gonna make more I'm gonna make more, yuh And I'll do it with my eyes closed With my eyes closed Bags on my eyes but I think they're designer Looking for peace but you know I can't find it Thoughts in my head they keep saying I'm violent Choppa on me and I can't keep it silent Bags on my eyes but I think they're designer Looking for shawty but I cannot find her I feel okay but my heads under water 100 missed calls I don't like be bothered Bags on my eyes but I think they're designer Looking for peace but you know I can't find it Thoughts in my head they keep saying I'm violent