Tenaya Taylor - Relatable Lyrics

Tenaya not Teyana
Hartford Etc

I don't want your views I don't do this for the gram either
Oh here she comes watch out she's a maneater and I slam pizza
Put mozzarella on it said the pie is not the limit
I forgot to tell you that the sky is not the limit
I don't do this for The Man I do this for the fam
Struggle taxing on my brain get back Uncle sam
Its asinine I don't wanna be your Valentine
You rabid mind if you don't see this fast decline
Of this
Let me call you after nine

Cuz I don't patience, please don't waste my minutes
Gotta lay it out so I could handle business

You Got me tripping I Keep falling for the same type
Lame right? Dame right I'm coming in this game light
Stack checks Deposits come in tandem like the same bike
I think I'm cool cuz I get notifications
I'm awkward and I avoid all these social situations
Don't want to look you in your eye so I stare at your ear
You don't call me anymore now I think I'm in the clear
I left you on read why you even saying sorry
You should have never crossed me, played me like a hobby
What you think this is kid who you think that I be?
I don't want your views homie you can get blocked
You can run up on me too and you can get clocked

Cuz they rather be NPR instead of getting lifted
I ain't gifted my mom told me to grind and eat my spinach
They think I ain't from Hartford and they ask if I'm from Greenwich
Maybe I'm ain't hood enough or it's the way I spin it
We could run around or get directly to the scrimmage
Fly when I ball like it's a game of quidditch
Cry if I fall please alert the hitters
Cuz people run they mouth and they don't know what they talking about
Told you I'm sick diagnose what I be coughin' 'bout
Booksmart, hoodrat, thot, genius, ratchet
You can keep that energy and I'ma keep this magic
I be reading fiction but I be with the facts
I know you peeped the diction my vocabularies crack
Don't dabble with the past, keep it in the present
They throw you in a cage when they trynna teach a lesson
And aint nobody got time for that

My father was a dope boy I'm the first to go to college
Get commissioned by the city now they pay me for my knowledge
I call it a grind my grandma call it progress
I guess it's bout the process; I'm tired of this nonsense!
Cuz ain't nobody got time for that