Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taquan Sims
Songwriter
Allen Smith
Songwriter
Lyrics
Searching for my purpose
I just pray that this shit worth it
I know that I ain't perfect
Cause we y'all make mistakes, but I'm the one who gon' come face em like I do this weed
You don't see my vision, or you ain't with it
Baby you can leave
There go the door, don't want no problems
I been yearning peace
If it ain't Myla or bout dollars, it ain't concerning me
Wake up and record cause this my passion
Smooth criminal, I'm Mike Jack with this fashion
Brought a brand new whip, and then I crashed it by Aspyn's
Wasn't fucked up bout that shit, bitch, I was having and most of all
I live this way
I been this way, cause I was supposed to ball
Down bad on my dick, who I'm supposed to call?
If that day came, I know I can't depend on most of y'all
That was my fault, I kept you around even though you showed you flaw
I can't even blame you for that snake shit, that's just who you are
I can't be mad that they take shots at me cause I'm a star
Deal with everything internally, don't ask for sympathy
No I don't need everything, I only want what's meant for me
I spill my heart to you just hoping that you listening
Searching for my purpose
I just pray that this shit worth it
I know that I ain't perfect
Cause we all make mistakes, but I'm the one who gon' come face em like I do this weed
Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Taquan, Happy Birthday to you, Granny love you
Hahahaha
Writer(s): Taquan Sims
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