Tweaking off this joint I gotta slow right down
we ain't speak in months I'm at a show right now, blowing my phone
mind on dial tone (yeah)
I'm feeling tired lately
right in my iso
writing these days off
as a way to keep everything, I wasn't everything
you wanted me to be a better man
I wanted you but you could never land
eye just be crying, breaking thru the dam
tell me I'm lying, you couldn't understand
what I been thru we had issues call em past times
I don't regret all the bad times
I don't regress off the short comings
I don't present every false truths
I can't profess how I fault you
I just protect all my heart strings
with a split tongue and a sharp tooth