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

**** 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