Heart vacant, account vacant And I been chasing wit' nothing in my savings It got me thinking this nigga ain't changing 'Cause he don't ever chip in on the bills that I'm facing Cousin just called out from prison And when I ain't got it sometimes I spin him We ain't never talk about it, but I stuck around it 'Til this day I still beat myself up about it
I ain't never care about my birthday But my friends' birthdays was the worst days And I ain't really have it, I was broke the worst way For some reason I feel my guilt in my gut on Thursdays I got family out in 'Bama, I was taught to have manners I was heartbroken wen my mother moved to Atlanta Lifestyle different, it's surrounded by cameras So who am I to live my dreams and not let her? I miss you
I was told I wear the fame well, and wear my chains well I was raised a different way to wear the pain well I was told that Lola Brooke could never gain sales It could never be that bad 'cause it ain't hell I always hands on, I was trained to be a monster New crib, haven't even use the dishwasher Caught off guard, and from now on I gotta watch em If the dick ain't proper, he can't stop her I can't promise you what my mind can't trust Who can I run to? Run through my mind too much Looking through my phone, won't find too much When I broke bread, I came in clutch Scared to say I need you, even when you bleed too Leave it on the table, matter fact I don't need you I was caught up into playing it safe The boss pay the cost so I pay for the mistakes Back to businessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
