You Gotta (feat. Isaac Zale) [Remix]

Why's your mind up all in my business Can you please not bother me You've got eyes on every corner Can you please just let me breathe And your words got me all trapped up Like baby please just set me free I just feel like i'm the prisoner to a heartbroken thief And when i find my way up out of this I'm gonna set in stone You'll gon' feel a lot of pity You'll gon' live this life alone Yes i said it before baby how'd it get to this degree Ain't no room up herе upon for this tables' set for me You gotta You gotta You gotta See i won't fall victim to your agony You gotta You gotta You gotta Undеrstand that this tables' set for me She don't abide to all these terms and conditions We standing on separate sides and acting like oppositions But i tried overlooking to forget how i felt But the worst lies that we saying are the ones to ourselves And i want to move on past from this To see how i atone But you just moving back on it and ain't been acting grown I'm saying all the right things and leaving you alone So how the hell can i be in the wrong yeah You gotta You gotta You gotta See i won't fall victim to your agony You gotta You gotta You gotta Understand that this tables's set for me I get what i get and i live how i'm living I'm pouring up on the side I got two cups of ambition But i tried To put her in the past i'm wishing her well And if you ask me now who's better Then just look for yourself Seeing i'm always looking forward tryna find piece of mind But she tracks me down when her card hits decline I said all the right things and left you alone So how the hell can i be in the wrong yeah You gotta You gotta You gotta See i won't fall victim to your agony You gotta You gotta You gotta Understand that this tables' set for me One of my prophesies not to fight this feeling Let it through is season so much salt don't I get season,season greetings Hop up the wig long heir like Jesus How come your bitch get speared all weekend Match up the clip get spread for twerking Left you all bleeding Drain the pocket make it tures Not to beat a dead horse bru I hear your voice you gat hous Keep it steady you gat to go slow Fill my body with the go,go Do the shit that only lord knows Anyone else will be a no,no I save a spot that says so low What I do to get my hands clean I can tell you love me Only we no I can tell you love me By the green go You gotta You gotta You gotta See i won't fall victim to your agony You gotta You gotta You gotta Understand that this tables' set for me