Lyrics

You want me to show you that I care And when I do it's not enough And we both know that life ain't fair But that don't mean that I'm gon' give up I think I think too much No I feel myself start to self-destruct again That's alright That's alright That's alright Only work two days a week and I'm on wrist All this ice on my neck, man I'd rather buy a crib Private chef just came through, had to make room in the fridge Too many leftovers, gon' blame that on my kids, uh We might have some kids Pussy vice grips, yeah She got nice lips, ooh Wanna touch her skin uh She might get me lit Patch pussy, I licked it Had to leave her alone 'cause she couldn't kick it Don't fit the description but I love her from a distance I can't pay her attention 'cause it got way too expensive Use my wit and then I get it, You and me is just a crime that I committed I was tweakin' almost pulled a stick out on the UPS man Someone on the camera, don't recognize em, man I'm stressin' I know that time's just a man made invention Just working on my betterment, I don't have any regrets I just know that I'm not settling You ain't my friend, but you jealous and always making comparisons I'm just tryna think good thoughts and put it out there and then manifest I'm addicted to gambling Imma give you one more chance just to show me who you are again, because All I ever did was keep it real with you It is not my job to have to deal with you Don't think because I'm far away that I don't think about you And I know you been through some shit and I feel for you Yeah I feel for you, yeah I feel for you I don't think you know how much I feel for you Yeah I really do I feel for you Yeah, I feel for you I feel for you Only work two days a week and I'm on wrist All this ice on my neck, man I'd rather buy a crib Private chef just came through, had to make room in the fridge Too many leftovers, gon' blame that on my kids
Writer(s): Robert John Richardson, Josh David Goldenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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