Single Anymore
Huh?
Yeah
Produced by me
I ain’t single anymore
I got my life together, now I ain’t meaning a girl
I got my knife and sweater
It’s like Missouri weather, yet I’m in California
If someone is nice, do I adore them?
All these questions I’ve been asking my whole life
Yeah
I can’t seem to understand this
People say they love my music and they fans
But then they hand me, a piece of paper
Saying your music and sound are bland
I come from the 8-1-6
Go all day with this
I’m so high or maybe it’s this plane I’m in
You can feel high, but actually you 6 feet under
That might be the reason rappers be six feet under
You see me I’ve always wondered, what’s it like to be famous?
Driving fast cars, doing drugs, living life dangerous
I always been the basic type, when it comes to success
All I need is shelter and some music, I could live or be dead
They say Cam “who’s your chick?”
I got her from the corner of a gas station
“What’s her name”
“Haven”
You understand what I’m saying now?
Two girls left me by text
I’m driving off a cliff now
“Hey Cam, looking for a new love”
Actually I’m looking for someone to hate, like you (haha) (what?)
You see I’m nothing like you people
I stay in my house and watch you knocking through the peep hole
I figured it out, I stay awake at night and act up like the tempo
You’ll catch me in the gym, practicing my free throws
You’d catch me, dodging a bullet just like I’m in the matrix
But you’d never, see me complain cause I ain’t made it (yeah)
I ain’t single anymore
I got my life together, now I ain’t meaning a girl
I got my knife and sweater
It’s like Missouri weather, yet I’m in California
If someone is nice, do I adore them?
All these questions
I ain’t single anymore
I got my life together, now I ain’t meaning a girl
I got my knife and sweater
It’s like Missouri weather, yet I’m in California
If someone is nice, do I adore them?
All these questions I’ve been asking my whole life
Yeah
Nothing wrong with being how I am, but maybe I’m out of line
My puzzle ain’t lining up, it’s troublesome in these times
I haven’t even cried, since the day my best friend died
I carry this weight on my back, but I know that God got my spine
The weight is heavy, cause my emotions I hide em inside
I bottle em up, store up for later
Cause only person I can talk to is God, in prayer
Is my time soon Lord, well I’m just saying
Cause If it is I’ll get on that platform, elevator
Rise me up, that’s the only happy rising
All the streams, and plays, they could live without me
How many fakes will be at my funeral?
Saying “Cam was such a good person” I’d rather you didn’t come
Eat all my family’s food, you better back up
You lucky, jack off
When you get my trust, you never lose it
If you do, it’s proven
That I, will make something about you stupid
I’ll flip the rule book, and make it spin, with you included
I’ll make the whole world, heaven with holy music
CMB on the door, dreams are lucid
I ain’t single anymore
I got my life together, now I ain’t meaning a girl
I got my knife and sweater
It’s like Missouri weather, yet I’m in California
If someone is nice, do I adore them?
All these questions
I ain’t single anymore
I got my life together, now I ain’t meaning a girl
I got my knife and sweater
It’s like Missouri weather, yet I’m in California
If someone is nice, do I adore them?
All these questions...
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah
Ho-ho
Produced by me
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