Chris & Tisha, Pt. 2 (Leave Me Now)

Sometimes though As high as I want to get Be as far as I want to fall (Leave me now) Tisha (I'm black and blue) Tisha Tisha, why you ain't, why you ain't picking up my phone? (Tisha) I called you mad times today (Yeah) I want to speak to my daughter (Hey) Put put Bri on the phone (Yeah) (Ungrateful Bitch) I've been dealin' with a lot lately That's ain't just your daughter nigga, that's mine too (And I want to be a good father too) (But you won't let me) (You won't let me) (You won't) (I've been dealin' with a lot) (You won't) Hold up I've been dealing with a lot lately I know you stressin' But don't mistake me For a man (that) don't feel his wrongs My bullshit helped me write this song And this ain't a song about love Or even a song about lust This song's about the things I had And along the way I lost my touch My touch with how to handle The world when life's dismantled By niggas tied in suits I loosen mine so it don't feel like a noose And then you turn on the IG See my niggas on the screen killed high-key And people not seeing my talent Has a weird way of fucking with my psych-key And then I fall right back to the abyss I want to live but it feels like a risk And Tisha keeps calling phone Cause my daughter wants to know when I'm home And damn I know I'm wrong But this whiskey is too damn strong Now what am I to do I'm on pills hoping help comes soon Wait, wait Remember, you remember Remember how happy we were when we had Bri? (It just be one of those days) I remember your smile (Your smile was crazy) (I'm tired of you saying it's always my fault) (I'm tired of you always blamin' a nigga) A nigga be trying A nigga be stressed And you, you sit there and blame a nigga for tryin'? What type of per What type of person is you What, what type of bitch is you? That's my word (I feel like a fucking failure) You don't know my stress ( I don't know who I want to be) Tisha I remember when I first met you Your smile how could I forget you You were the locksmith to my heart The key was not to fall apart But like the dumb we failing I'm losing breath Now I'm deep inhaling Wishing to change the past The best moments never seem to last And I know I really ain't shit (Shit) My dad called my mom a bitch She smacked him and he hit back The struggle sounded like some fighting cats But only I was pussy I want to help but fear just pushed me So I left when I turned 18 Images of how I treat my queen And fuck Bri not you too I hope your mom explains to you That I love you girl don't cry It would kill me see you watch me try And fail at being a dad Minimum wage for a college grad I wish I could've done better Buy Bri Bri her first sweater Be a better man to Tisha And stop fucking with that bitch Alicia But this hotel's my chamber And hope another man claim's ya Someone who could raise Bri right Be the father figure she would like I almost cried just writing those words I love y'all I hope you get this word Wait, wait (Leave me now) Tisha, Tisha This is the last fuckin' time I'll call you today (There's no more liquor) (There's no more smokin') (Tisha I'm, I'm doing better) (You won't believe what's happening to me) (No more abusin') (I think, I think we'd get back together) (They said) (They said) What do you think? (What'd you think?) (I think immah get my job back) Cause you know (I think immah get it back) You know I love you right?