How am I supposed to live my life this way
There's some times that I don't even pray for better days
Walking in the kitchen drinkin' minute maid
Dreaming bout having maids pull up in a minute
That dream is long distance
So much stress I'm gonna have a heart attack
Laying in my bed arrest my cardiac
Got a message asking where the parties at
Ion' know its been an act that they believed
I wish that I was truthful when I first got on the scene huh
It really be ya own mans
It only takes a second to destroy all that you planned
They really need an Emmy acting great like they ya fans
I don't understand
Shit, I don't understand
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
It's been two years since my last search of a location
Talking shit about the heartbreakers
But I'm the one that's heartbreaking
Self-hating felt vacant
Even when someone's there to fill it
I can't take it damn
I thought I knew what I wanted
But I ain't let go
Stooped down to new lows
And went back to the problems that no one made but myself
Who am I? I don't know man
(I don't even know)
I keep hurting myself but I'm not a masochist
I feel nothing but guilt all up in my abdomen
But I don't understand when other niggas do it
They can go back and smoke like nothing happened then
What? That's blasphemous
Where they been at
When they did that
How they do that
And not give a f*ck
Where they been at
When they did that
How they do that
And not give a f*ck
And I'm not gonna say I did an accident
I knew what I did
That shit came faster than a laxative jokes aside
Light the blunt I been high
Just to hide all the times I been hurt
Good disguise
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Voice registered
Calculating
Beginning the simulation
Where do I begin?
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English
How am I supposed to live my life this way
There's some times that I don't even pray for better days
Walking in the kitchen drinkin' minute maid
Dreaming bout having maids pull up in a minute
That dream is long distance
So much stress I'm gonna have a heart attack
Laying in my bed arrest my cardiac
Got a message asking where the parties at
Ion' know its been an act that they believed
I wish that I was truthful when I first got on the scene huh
It really be ya own mans
It only takes a second to destroy all that you planned
They really need an Emmy acting great like they ya fans
I don't understand
Shit, I don't understand
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
It's been two years since my last search of a location
Talking shit about the heartbreakers
But I'm the one that's heartbreaking
Self-hating felt vacant
Even when someone's there to fill it
I can't take it damn
I thought I knew what I wanted
But I ain't let go
Stooped down to new lows
And went back to the problems that no one made but myself
Who am I? I don't know man
(I don't even know)
I keep hurting myself but I'm not a masochist
I feel nothing but guilt all up in my abdomen
But I don't understand when other niggas do it
They can go back and smoke like nothing happened then
What? That's blasphemous
Where they been at
When they did that
How they do that
And not give a f*ck
Where they been at
When they did that
How they do that
And not give a f*ck
And I'm not gonna say I did an accident
I knew what I did
That shit came faster than a laxative jokes aside
Light the blunt I been high
Just to hide all the times I been hurt
Good disguise
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Voice registered
Calculating
Beginning the simulation
Where do I begin?
There's some times that I don't even pray for better days
Walking in the kitchen drinkin' minute maid
Dreaming bout having maids pull up in a minute
That dream is long distance
So much stress I'm gonna have a heart attack
Laying in my bed arrest my cardiac
Got a message asking where the parties at
Ion' know its been an act that they believed
I wish that I was truthful when I first got on the scene huh
It really be ya own mans
It only takes a second to destroy all that you planned
They really need an Emmy acting great like they ya fans
I don't understand
Shit, I don't understand
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
It's been two years since my last search of a location
Talking shit about the heartbreakers
But I'm the one that's heartbreaking
Self-hating felt vacant
Even when someone's there to fill it
I can't take it damn
I thought I knew what I wanted
But I ain't let go
Stooped down to new lows
And went back to the problems that no one made but myself
Who am I? I don't know man
(I don't even know)
I keep hurting myself but I'm not a masochist
I feel nothing but guilt all up in my abdomen
But I don't understand when other niggas do it
They can go back and smoke like nothing happened then
What? That's blasphemous
Where they been at
When they did that
How they do that
And not give a f*ck
Where they been at
When they did that
How they do that
And not give a f*ck
And I'm not gonna say I did an accident
I knew what I did
That shit came faster than a laxative jokes aside
Light the blunt I been high
Just to hide all the times I been hurt
Good disguise
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Shit
Niggas always got some shit to say
What's the point of listening if you slower than my pace
All up in my space put you in a better place
Came up from a broken phone
Rapping voice notes in the case
Voice registered
Calculating
Beginning the simulation
Where do I begin?
Writer: Devon Sanchez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid