Why it always feel like family do you dirty
You been driving yeah drunk and you steady swerving
Tryna go and hide the pain behind the curtain
Physical you good, but mentally it's steadily hurtin
She had a battle in the kitchen with her Dad
Ain't no looking back, there ain't no looking back
She been steady feeling hopeless,
Like Momma send her racks
They tryna kick me out the house
And then my feelings gonna drag
I said some hopefully, they coming let me really back in
Left with duffle bags, I just need my racks in it
They done switched up they persona
Like it's … Ben 10
And they didn't give me no privacy
I need some money, pockets full with lent
Aye this a story about little Trista
Been trying to find some safety
But don't got no goalie
Bout to goto the kickback
Go and chillax, bout to keep on pouring
Gotta turn off my Life 3 Lil 60
Obtain wings then I'm soaring
I'm just trying to get in my bag
I'm tired of sleeping on this flooring
Arriving home from college
Feel like family don't give her space
And she been fighting with her conscience
She got a lot up on her brain, ouh wow
She said my parents done like tap my phone
Like Trista keep your faith
I know you remember that tragic memory
Like back in ninth grade
I said some I can correlate
I just need some better days
Fifty messages on the snap
And then it come in like a tidal wave
I don't know what to feel today
I've been used like so many ways
Don't throw that crap up in her face
Cause I ain't got the time today
I told her you can come vent to me
I'm your friend not your enemy
If your family do you wrong
Told them go and keep that energy
And why you do me like that
Real family gonna keep it a stack
Fake people gonna grab that knife
You feeling stabbed in the back
Sometimes I feel like they don't care bout me
My sneak out the house
My pop out at a party
Because really they don't worry bout me
Might hop in the whip cause im really feeling lonely
Driving be my therapy
I been swerving, dodging, drunk alone
Asking all those questions, mane I told em this no jeopardy
Aye this a story about little Trista
Been trying to find some safety
But don't got no goalie
Bout to goto the kickback
Go and chillax, bout to keep on pouring
Gotta turn off my Life 3 Lil 60
Obtain wings then I'm soaring
I'm just trying to get in my bag
I'm tired of sleeping on this flooring
Why it always feel like family do you dirty
You been driving yeah drunk and you steady swerving
Tryna go and hide the pain behind the curtain
Physical you good, but mentally it's steadily hurtin