Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Q. Pegram
Songwriter
D Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yea
I ain't been too good at love lately
Been passing up on 10's and 9's like Ramadan
I know it won't sustain me
But I
I keep the faith Okay
She catch my drift don't stay
Too long if I can't make
A better me for you
Cuz there's no me if there ain't you
And that's a very certain truth
Know my selfish ways and all
Know that I would be appalled
If you go find yourself
And never make your way back to my arms
No I can't take it I can't take it
Think I'm rubbing off on you
But you say it's abrasions
And then I get evasive
Know when I'm dodging
Challenge her to catch me in my matrix
Though if I'm honest
Like the attention from when she caving
Guess that's my filth to lay in
Wish I was more concerned with my worth
And I stop dancing with death
Know I'm a damn flirt
Wish I was more concerned with my worth
And I stop
I stop
Aw yea
Now this verse is where I get it all off
This verse is where the lies stop yea
This verse is all wrong
This verse is bygones
Well versed in house calls
I'll get ahold of you by any means
I let that semi squeeze
If anyone get in between
Me and my darling
My efforts seem half hearted
But I been on stage
My energy just in house shows
And block parties
Always make time for loving you
But my time be spliced
Be my spice of life
And light me up inside
Rubbing on that crystal ball
For answers I already know
Cool wit telling others be self reflective
But not me tho
I live my life on top of marble floors
With glass skies
Luxurious but fragile
Know I put myself thru all this hassle
Love the way it hurts when missing you
My heart is strong not bulletproof
Still hoping that I'm pulling thru
But maybe it's better if I go now
I'm telling myself I let you down
But you don't like it there
I won't take it there
I won't try
Yo yo yo
October 8th rolling into Penn Station
Busy men with briefcases
Sewer rats grabbing at my shoelaces
Jotting on my loose pages
Writing down description of these new faces
I miss my home within a hunnid paces
I'm from the part of the city
That don't got sidewalks
Stay within the lines of the paper
And that's where I walk
I was biding my time
But I start to time stall
Praying for my moment
Hope it don't include the white chalk
The city harder than bedrock
To find love
Young nigga looking for wedlock
And white doves
College hoes running they mouth
Sniffing up white drugs
High metabolism recovery by the next night
Text her man at Nova she misses him
This don't feel right
Say she with her girls
But she coming out to see Smyth Knight
Sky ain't been my limit
Always shooting for the next height
Sleep on Burj Khalifa out in Dubai
Bear the apples of labor
Swallow way fruit flies
Self care
Try to treat my spirit like a Banzai
Niggas loiter on Grace street
At Rick's pies
Walk down to the corner
For orange soda and moon pies
Don't do a thing I let the pen glide
Put the stylus to tablet and let the lord scribe
I take what's left of my soul
And turn it to Lofi
I tell myself I can fly
Jump off the building and die
I'm gone
Yea
Lil morbid at the end but
Whatever
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Writer(s): Q. Pegram
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