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Yeah, yeah, ugh I need to learn commitment, whoa I need to quit my joking, yeah I need a boat of bitches, ugh I swear my mind been floating, mm Ain't tryna fuck this bread up, no I need to get more focused, yeah I need to smoke forever, yeah I need to save my roaches, ugh Talking empty homes with a fridge in it Talking juice cartons with a sip in it Talking ham sandwich with the chips in it, I admit, nigga I'm a food stamp popping, white tee rocking Swap meet shopping Instagram watching, DM hopping Niggas know the deal Now they know I got it, now they know I got it, woo I used to be so humble, woah I need to call my momma, yeah I need to get my girl back, uh I need to weigh my options, yeah Saying God send to a moshpit Talking young niggas with the nonsense That's capri-sun's with the hot chips, then the plot twists From a gameboy playing, sidekick aiming Church boy singing, Westside banging, girlfriend taking Niggas know the deal I ain't gotta say it, I ain't gotta say it, no I need a rap nigga just to mention me I'ma finish him keep it industry Just don't intervene with my nigga needs What a nigga need is a lot I need a bunch of new fans Just so I can go say that I popped, say that I popped I need for y'all to stop tryna compare me to niggas I'm not, 'cause really I'm not I need to stop using uber And go take my ass to the lot, straight to the lot The homie just offered a brick, I'm like, "Fuck it" I'm taking my shot, I'm taking my shot I need to find my balance, uh I need to fix my vision, yeah I need to find new content, uh I can't keep downing women, no I'm a nike slipper, wearing sweat pants thugging Once a year clubbing, homegirl fucking, homeboy plugging Long as niggas hustling, I ain't saying nothing no, no, no No, I need something that's gon' make me feel for real inside For real inside, oh, yeah, uh No, no, no, I need something that's gon' heal my pride To heal my pride, oh, yeah, uh Oh, I need something that make me feel a certain way Make me feel a certain way, a certain way Oh, I need something that make me feel a certain way Make me feel a certain way, a certain way Hi, baby, just called to check on you I know you been working a lot and we haven't really had a chance to talk I wanted to let you know I'm thinking about you and I love you Take care of yourself, bye
Writer(s): Keyel Deaunta Walker, Anthony Tremaine Dixson, Joey Levesque Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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