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Qualls
Songwriter
Tayler Lee
Songwriter
Taji.
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Lyrics
Tell me where do I go from here I don't know
This repetitions out of control
Who gives a fuck bout your payroll, all these roads are skewed and I'm confused
Nights been cloudy need some rain, clear my thoughts and cleanse my brain
Too gassed up yeah no propane
Away from better days, but it just seems like a
New day, some new shit
When I just want some kool-aid and smooth grits, a blue face, a new bitch and
Twitter niggas handing out they two cents
On matters that's costing us lives
Who gives a fuck what you spent
I bury my knees in search of more hope
Everything's burning gotta be close
My eyes are back red, head on the ropes
Say it ain't stress, but I wipe as I scroll
Don't kiss and tell but in need of a breather
This second guessing comes in spells, where the fuck do that leave us
On lesser terms behind a line that so constantly teeters
While my mental more stranded weekly than final year Revis
Oh Jesus need guidance or advising cause this here restraining
Is holding on to desperate efforts of scenery changing
Head been fucked up, thoughts been waning, I been swinging ain't complaining
They ask me how I'm doing, I reply shit barely hanging
What's definition of love is it found behind the kisses and hugs
The falling out for now and occasional keeping in touch
The truth that's in Ashanti vocals when you all out of trust
Cause I'm banking on empty bottles when the phrase comes to us
I just need somebody here for the clutch
Maybe I'm stuck
Maybe it's rush or fact that I'm never feeling enough
Or truly never get the chance to discuss
Or when it's time I'm too much of a man for niggas to be giving a fuck
Search for reciprocation
Hoping it brings elation
Like a quick fix is in a jit or some fucking relations
Convinced myself I need no help cause it's better than facing
Handed off curses in these verses I'm reaching at days end
I'm chasing
After the very thing I can't give back
So how I long for charity over a Clint Ford track
Use the word bitches sparingly over some eight oh eight trap
When I place my energy in everything the facts
Look at that
Writer(s): Jerison Qualls
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