Ayy
I'm very worn out
It's the best time, you know, to do things like this
Yuh
Writin' this about you, writin' this about you (oh yeah)
Know that you moved away, baby, I'm pissed
I got a list of all the famous girls that I'm gon' holla at when I get rich
Girl, I'm a dog, but we're young and we're sick
If you got a dating app on you
Then you ain't no better than me when it comes to this shit
Both tryna figure things out gettin' lit
Still, I just trick 'cause you fine and you thick
I'm all for this topic, I'm all for the chips
That's always my motive
I've always been sad and I've always exposed it
I've always felt lonely and everyone knows it
I've been had anxiety, still can't control it
Been makin' money, but gotta be smarter
Here gettin' older, the critics get harsher
The weed, it gets rolled up, I light and I spark it
That dude he go hard, but my shit go the hardest
Here for a long, long time and I ain't gonna quit shit yet
Get in that long, long line if you really gon' show up as a threat
I've been taking care of me, goin' to therapy
Been self-aware, I've been lookin' for clarity
Know that these fuckboys be dissin' me terribly
But I can't trip on them boys, they ain't scare me
Got a crib by myself, I've been lonesome
I think people 'round me think that I'm on one
I'm just seeing things from a new view
Being secluded, protecting my mood
Ridin' alone, I got shit on my dome
I got dudes tryna hurt me 'cause all of them broke
They hate to see me do well and put on
They told me I'm lost, can't knock me out of my zone
Ain't wrote 'bout my mom in a minute, I fear
And that would be shit that y'all don't wanna hear
Like, "That shit don't slap, homie, that shit too deep"
But I'm like, "Fuck it," if you can't accept me for me
I'm dolo, I would call you up
But I just seen a photo of both of y'all happy
And then it all clicked
It's been like eight or nine months since we talked
And it's been about eight or nine months I've been workin'
I been on my shit, and then I get sick
Real life hit me like a mother fuckin' brick
More money, more problems, I mother fuckin' wish
I'm thinkin' 'bout mama, is she disappointed?
I wanna say more, but I try to avoid it
'Cause sometimes I feel like I'm fuckin' annoying
I'm newly immense, don't feel like a boy
And I just want to tell you I'm tryna progress
Life hit us both, but I wish you the best
If I see you when I travel out west
I hope you hold onto that promise we kept