Told my momma that i’ll see ya ass on Friday
Yeah
Ill be back in the morning
And i be in and out so don’t you worry bout where i stay
Na either smacked or recording
But i just feel like rolling up and down the highway
on the sidewalk strangers looking at me sideways
(Uh) Then its back to performing
Im my own man now wasn’t that so important

Is it a feeling from the sex or is it really just affection
I’ve been growing used to all these physical connections
Visible projections
Tryna love you raw so there isn’t no protection
Still didn’t learn my lesson how
Cus these feelings is a weapon
Dat bitch a smith n wesson
Would you fuck me over is there even still a question now

Na
Like who u got next
the least of all my worries cus my problems deep as lochness
And I ain’t hit the rocks yet
How could i could not stress
i been puffin on the pot till I’m nauseous
I don’t trust myself why would i ever trust ya process
Do you love me is it no cus its not yes
Looking in the mirror all i seem to see is objects
Dam read the between the lines im a book with no cover
If you thought i was the one you would look for no other


Told my momma that i’ll see ya ass on Friday
Yeah
Ill be back in the morning
And i be in and out so don’t you worry bout where i stay
Na either smacked or recording
But i just feel like rolling up and down the highway
on the sidewalk strangers looking at me sideways
(Uh) Then its back to performing
Im my own man now wasn’t that so important

You split my soul into pieces
I fill the hole with these treeshes
I wish you noticed
Below this
C-c-c-oldest
Of Shoulders
I wrote this

I don’t even know why
I wish i could forgive you but the shit you did it don’t fly
So I’m
on the plane again
I just want this shit the same again
Living outta two cities
Working on the third
How much a flight this shit like 250
But you know it ain’t no fun unless the stoop wit me

So im always Traveling
Dragging in
All my problems who we was what we had again
I had a friend
I aint never had a girl
Bitch dont get it twisted we would fuck back when i had the curls
And kept it on the low like the after world

All in the past now
Cus recently these women change as quickly as my back ground
Im back down
Here you are still trifling
Piping and gassing heads like its nitrogen
I might pretend
But what gives you the right to walk back into my life again


Told my momma that i’ll see ya ass on Friday
Yeah
Ill be back in the morning
And i be in and out so don’t you worry bout where i stay
Na either smacked or recording
But i just feel like rolling up and down the highway
on the sidewalk strangers looking at me sideways
(Uh) Then its back to performing
Im my own man now wasn’t that so important