Lyrics:
business who you talk to, who keeps you warm at night
The bed is cold when you're not around
like a bunker thats underground
I try to
But I can't breathe
can hear
At least that's what I thought
Empathy is wasted just on those who can feel
Not the ones who can't determine if something is real
who killed my love, baby that’s a cold case
She want me to fuck wit her I told her I’m sorry ain' no way
My heart is hollow
Can’t count on nobody
When I'm really just a man
Who can barely play it cool for 30 minutes
Have I told you about my band?
Nevermind that I'm the only person in it
And I
earth explodes, I stay chill
I don't ever give a chance to be grilled
I killed my soul so that I never thrill
Don't be fooled by my face, nothing is
I'm in a world full of snakes waiting to betray they standby seeking to say bye
They only here to lay me in a grave
Day by day they mad becasue I aint
your parents
Before we go
And promise not to come home late
Every time I see your smile,
I think there's nothing wrong
To hoping you have same feelings
a well
I would've wished for better days to get me feeling well
Pain inside my eyes I know you saw and you still left me by myself
Pain made me who I am
Asleep on you again, babe
Id rather have you
I'd rather have you
Id rather have you
I'd rather have nobody and nothing
of the urban make your shit sound rural
She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural
Them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel
Now that's nuts. I
can't have shit prolly cause of you
Rappers go to jail like Oprah go to Yale
Stedman policy don't ask don't tell
Where my waterbees as I go get
hella ones
Me running from who? Boy, I ain't scared of nothing
You trusting in these hoes, you know they don't keep it real
My brother off the line,
So I'll go have a good time
I'll go catch a good vibe
Go see what it feels like
See what it looks like
I'm livin my life
I'll go on a weekday
Who cares
and a strawberry pastry
I ate nothing but I sat there and chewed
I guess I've just had enough of you
I ran away to giftshop bakery
Guess I'm just surprised by how
Nowhere to run
We have only begun
We're just having some fun
But I have already won
Nowhere to hide
This is where you die
Hey, at least you tried
But
stimulation for you)
The way that God made it (I wanna love you like B.O.B. can't)
See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (who's gonna kiss your thighs?)
B.O.B.
party blazin', so hot and crazy
Feelin' free, free, free
Guess who's back? Fresh off the boat
Smelling like Bahamas, for sho'
I still got the ship
of on the concrete
Look, who would we be if we ain't move out the hood?
Would we be able to be like a black man should?
We would be killed by the cops or getting shot
stain the carpet
And by the way, have you got a dollar
Oh, no, man, I haven't got the time time
Too busy sucking on a ding-dong
She's busy sucking
it all
That moment passed by ten long years ago
So I feel time is slipping away
And in the end there is nothing
Nothing left for me
This is to happy endings
To all that life is not
'm outspoken only when I'm getting therapy
I share my feelings with my therapist and tell her please
Don't compare me to patients who need a shrink
I have been
a time when a black man
Couldn't be down wit' your crew (Can I have a job please?)
Now you want all the help you can get
Scared? Well ain't that true
and the again
I pray one day I make it on top of the food chain
Yeah I'm thinking out loud
While I'm puffing this loud
'Cause I can't help it but to have my head
have often found
You gotta love it and love it
I got nothing but love for you baby
And there's nothing that I wouldn't do
Love ain't nothin but not real
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