Seyven Trumpets Video (MV)

I'm tryna be perfect but i'm not, oh gawd
They just want a night with the boy
They better get in line
I told that girl, stay live-vee, yeah
They don't want to know about how I go
Off in the AM to the AM
Yeah I know we f*cked
But we better off just staying friends
Keep in touch
Niggas ain't hit my phone
When i was down on my luck
Talking to the cashier
Two tone, cashmere
Just like fifty songs, then I told em it's a off year
That's too chatty
Girlfriend don't like the clothes I'm buying
November, now he cold how this shit finna go
I would apply some pressure
But you not in my control
Never worried bout the next man
That's not us
F*ck a Uncle Sam we gon' have to band up
Lying to a bitch, cause she ain't ridin' for me
Get myself together, cause I fall too easy
Life's not easy, don't gotta be a lawyer
I got the bars I need
She geeked' up like Christmas Eve
All ten's in my section please
She wet we ain't even speak
There can't be no hoe in me
Let that motherf*cker breathe
Niggas giving illivised opinions like I need it
Bro we got the same ansetors
Why are we beefing
She be on the Gram' showin' way more than clevage
Tryna give me a reason
Playing with these racks like I'm Venus
Playing with these racks like a tier
She playing with my balls, Cavalier
Told em' ima shine, Chandelier
He want this lil clout, ha, here hollon'
My bro do alot of things I can't condone
He gotta do whatever keep them lights on
Now he got us walking on a tightrope
We can send this shit up with our eyes closed