How many things are supporting you being happy

like just in life ?

Okay ,there's nothing supporting you being happy.


I know this shit So frustrating

I know this shit so confusing

You make it so complicated

I swear this hit so abusive

Don't know if you love or hate me

You on brink bouta lose it

Just keep the shit jumping baby

Ooo Girl and it ain't a thing

I been in the mood fuck a ticket Im lane to lane tryna get to you

cnd I can't explain it's just what you do to a nigga I can't complain

Got me singing doo wop for the thang the thang

I been in this coop with my niggas we made a stain

Tryna catch a groove w/ you mami just sway
This way

Bae you stuck on my brain then thangs hanging like a noose

I know this shit So frustrating

I know this shit so confusing

You make it so complicated

I swear this hit so abusive

Don't know if you love or hate me

You on brink bouta lose it

Just keep the shit jumping baby

I usually dwell on good times remember moments we had

upon perfections its probably why I keep a visiting pass

I used to question if I had more than these tens in my stash

less plans more time in hand would we still end where we land like damn

from views in class to travels across the map

times don't make change I never wait pull-up wherever you at

and sending you cash to mayesure that your nails are intact

and stomach is full caused aint no joy like hearing you laugh

got packed shows and deadlines now its closer to cash flows and headlines

late calls with your head rap wrap for bed time

overthink once you fall asleep and hot decline (cant deny)

Scared of falling in love addicting ass drugs

symptoms from growing attached relapsing all the above

relax and guard down your trust

pride be holding you back from grasping all that you want

no point in steady fronting just tell me baby

I know this shit So frustrating

I know this shit so confusing

You make it so complicated

I swear this hit so abusive

Don't know if you love or hate me

You on brink bouta lose it

Just keep the shit jumping baby

It goes I got a thing for you

You got a thing for me

We got some things to talk about

so girl just vibe with me

I got a pound of smoke

she got some other things

we might just pop it off

I might get in them jeans

I know this shit So frustrating

I know this shit so confusing

You make it so complicated

I swear this hit so abusive

Don't know if you love or hate me

You on brink bouta lose it

Just keep the shit jumping baby