Sensitive (feat. Keeme)

I'm sensitive about this I'm sensitive bout that I guess I gotta admit A lotta sh* make me mad Conversations with my bitch Next thing I'm packing my bags It cannot end like this So yeah I gotta turn back Don't you cry, it'll be alright Up all night, trynna settle this right I'm working on myself baby I'm working on myself baby Yeah! Turn on the news yeah they still showing blues Look out the window they still acting cruel My world is my mirror I can't be like you Please do not judge me my dream was to shoot Luckily, I lost interest in those shoes But mentally I used to think I was doomed Looked at my peers and the shit they would do Niggas we looked up to was up to no good Yeah I was taught to never get robbed I kept to myself, even shit that I thought This music shit saved me from falling apart But it never taught me to show a girl love I feel like I changed when my dad left my mom Cause ever since then I shielded my heart So sharing myself with you is kinda hard I'm sensitive about this I'm sensitive bout that I guess I gotta admit A lotta shit make me mad Conversations with my bitch Next thing I'm packing my bags It cannot end like this So yeah I gotta turn back Don't you cry, it'll be alright Up all night, trynna settle this right I'm working on myself baby I'm working on myself baby, yeah! Got a lot to be mad about Some things are too deep just rap 'em out My parents' decisions - I'm lashing out On all my friends & family now Was thinking bout killing myself for real Said my future is bright let me have it now Ignored my emotions, to write these bars Little did I know they formed a cloud I'm stuck in my, I'm stuck in my head Just mad at the fact that I'm not too ahead Comparing my streams and all of the followers Doubting my journey like I am not him, I'm back in my Now I'm back in my bag Owning these bars serving shit that I bottled in Suffered through losses but did it with swag Working process but fly, boy you not like him I don't like the smell of your dreams on me, yeah I don't like the sound of your voice in me Yeah you got me stressed out My face breaking out My weight up and down Old Heart's closing Down. down Down, down Closing down, down Down, down