[Hook: Sung by Sampha]
[Verse 1]
And they say make money but the money you make don't make you
And that's great cool but I'm not making no money right now
Tryna work on me before I pay dues
Try to be the man that y'all pay to see, in a favorite show with your favorite rapper
But wait, ain't I your favorite rapper? Feels like im moving backwards, can't find my aspirin
Gahdamn, said this headache hurts, between family issues and college life
Seems like an episode of real life and my sperm donor acting like he don't give no shit
Treating me like I was the neighbor's kid, gahdamn
Even though we look alike, that Dinkleburg, mughfucker
Guess a lesson learned, that you never really loved me
And I say that it doesn't hurt, just to feel the comfort from a lot of lies
On a broken heart, where do I start? It seems like honesty is a lost art
Can't nobody find Basquiat, and can't nobody find Picasso
Tryna paint my way to those models, tryna find my del gato
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Nowadays I'm just stuck in the motion between loyalty and devotion
Everybody using people as a hella means, and they're loving things like it reciprocates
Got a piece of the earth like it's real estate, smoked it away, can't feel my face
And I swear to life that I don't need this shit, oh you found love, that's good for you bitch
But where were you when I needed help, quit acting like you're too good for this
Oh you're so hood rich, like we didn't grow up in the same hood
Just forget about me like it's saul good
And my soul has more holes, but it has more meaning as a whole
And I guess we eating separate, on this nice calm evening
And you know this life that you leading, it stuck a knife in my heart
But you internally bleeding, ain't that ironic
So call that nurse with the pretty skirt, we could get to slipping
And if she has a thing for rappers, we could probably get down to business
What it is
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Time out for that tweaking hard, see I'ma be blunt and I'ma come with it
All this talk about my heartbreak but I'm the main one who deserved it didn't I
Guess that my asshole tendencies, laid a future for drifting in my memories
Sad lonely and fill of need, like damn Taylor I just need you back
Just to be my friend, fuck any relationship shit
You helped me start up on this music, and you know that
I won't accept that you cut me off like a wounded limb
Now I'm limp, my heart is damp, and I'm just tryna find my way 'cus I'm stuck up in my ways
'Gon take some years to learn better, even Bill Cosby had warm sweaters
And I guess that I need, nah, I won't even sweat you
'Cus the last time that I saw you, was like the first time that I met you
On some bouji shit
To the woman that I couldn't tell my feelings to, I apologize
I'ma insecure nigga, who couldn't catch the hints that you were throwing
Or may have been, see
I don't really know nothing else, other than the fact that I really miss you Ms. Davis
Everything about you was so damn beautiful, and I know it'd be wrong for me to ask if I could be with you
And I'm hoping to build your trust back so we could talk more like we used to
And I'll call you thing time, swear 'fore God that I'll call you this time
I'll list all of my accomplishments and I'll ask you about your scholarships, about that college shit
'Cus this life, is really not for me, I mean, I'm tryna graduate in about 2 or 3, but, this life not for me
And wassup Ness, witcho goof ass, and yo ratchet ass, and yo cool ass, i mean yo coon ass
Stay talking shit but I love it, damn
Fell in love with ya poetry, caught feeling in the way between
And they say rejections a bitch, and your feelings are your enemy
So excuse me if I act out, or if I act weird still
That's just my representation of trying to let my heart heal
'Cus I'm drifting in my memories, it's been awhile since I let my soul breathe
