Listen to More Than We Asked For by B Free

More Than We Asked For

B Free

Hip-Hop/Rap

3 Shazams

Lyrics

"Hello? Hey, hey. Whats going on son? Happy Birthday, it's Dad man I've been trying to reach you all day today It's November 17th right? Okay, Happy Birthday son I'm trying to get around to you as soon as possible Hey now, I love you man and tell Bianca Happy Birthday too, cuz I missed her to I'll be around soon son, just give me a call back Peace" I got a call from my pops he's saying I need to slow down Aware that every place that I go now I'm required to be with a team of niggas that's active Or hold my own like the soldier he raised me to be it's tragic, I know We was young, we had nothing We made moves and assumptions that we could be what we wanted When you graduated and made your way to higher conjunction And we celebrated moved you and your momma to luxury we headed out of the country So pure, clear minded with some dreams Working in hopes that we could have everything And I know you know you tired of that same shit And I know you know I'm tired of that fake shit Where bitches always think they famous I'm just tryna make the game flip I'm just tryna get the bank-head Tired of hearing the same shit Tired of hearing the same kids Always talking bout' the life they wish they had Never moving fast, never been about the money Money coming in man But it's not enough we need way more Yeah, aye fucking with the boy I put you on I can't do what they do baby girl a nigga way to grown, it's okay I got money for you, tell me what you want I said, "I can do you right so shawty please don't do me wrong" Girl I know, yeah I know every time I come around things always seem like the most I know every time I'm out of town and seem like I don't Ever wanna call you up for love And meet with your friends like I owe them something It's not just you, its the both of us Got to get shit going I'm the chosen one, I'm like yo I know, I know, I know it's hard for you and me to move Tryna get famous, people call me up and tell me things about you to, girls it's okay I got niggas in the city that you from where you run drunk when the clubs closing I know women get lonely and hope for a nigga like me to come hold you I don't judge you on the shit in the past Couldn't love you if the shit wouldn't last Wouldn't trust you if the cats out the bag Whole damn city waiting on me to mash I used to whip a focus now I'm driving in a jag with cousin Jay in the fucking passenger seat Damn, and you always be asking what happened to me But what happened to you What happened to us Before the drugs, before the lust and the limelight Come through whenever you want Whatever they got to say about me I don't give a fuck Got Bert coming in the studio with me, coming up with beats Hani out squading up the team With my head in the clouds and my ears to the streets When it used to be you and me, now it's me and them Living through my friends and we working hard And I can't even find myself anymore Fuck Yeah, I remember when we used to sit on the floor Talk to ourselves about how we want more How we gone get it Now that we got it this shit is just crazy and now we on tour Like, yeah, it's okay right now Overdue bills getting paid right now LA right now Where the girls just fuck for fun and make funds What can I say right now I'm getting paid right now Yeah I got them screaming out my name right now I never wanted shit to change right now I'm wishing everything the same right now I never wanted you to feel my pain I never wanted me to be the one that you could never love Because of all the lust that I received from sluts that don't know anything I don't understand The boy coming back is a high demand Spent too many nights and the mother land I see things have gotten way out of hand, not again Yeah, I know you've been working I know that you certain I know what you did and I know you never meant to hurt me on purpose From all this commitment To all of these bitches See all of its different All this pressure got me feeling conflicted Never wanna lose your love Never wanna lose your trust We was sixteen rolling in a sixteen baby knew wassup Hate to see you in the club Can't blame nobody else We only did it to ourselves I'm sorry
Writer(s): Brenton Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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