Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Jennings
Elijah Jennings
Songwriter
Zaire Moore
Zaire Moore
Songwriter

Lyrics

Not that I'm anywhere, tryna go think Gotta vent, I can't let it sink Too much things, it's makin' me sick She ask why I'm tired, but we not in sync I be distant, tryna stay away Don't want weed, I'm numb to the pain Shit be hard, it just be the same It's better to talk, just hear what I say Life get hard when you gettin' older Too much weight, it's stuck on my shoulder Niggas snakes they really some cobras Whatever they say, I don't notice, like doja They like, bro, why you movin' different You and not gang, yeah we not equivalent Remember those days, a nigga was innocent Now I got demons, don't know how to sit with it I got some demons, don't know how to cope Call up gang when it's time to go Switch style, they jackin' the flow They ain't think I was different, now I gotta show Used to be ass, I'm puttin' it in pain Sayin' it's love, that shit be a game Don't do chasin' with bitches these days They breakin' some hearts, and they really the same Why would I trust me, a thot Is it really gon' get me them knots Cuz when I make it they gon' try to plot Stayin' on point if they sendin' shots Stayin' on 50 I cannot trust Can't love it's really just lust Feel like lil skies they said I switch up I'm still the same nigga just gettin' the bucks Not that I'm anywhere tryna go think Gotta vent I can't let it sink Too much things it's makin' me sick She ask why I'm tired but we not in sync I be distant tryna stay away Don't want weed I'm numb to the pain Shit be hard it just be the same It's better to talk just hear what I say (Tiino been buggin who fuckin with he like) Stayin' on fifth I move like a troop Call up bro let's slide in the coupe Lil tiino too hot I'm steamin' like soup These niggas be fake can't get in my group 37 gang I'm ballin' like scoot Niggas sleepin they not in the loop I remember no love tried give me the boot Now she runnin back up cause she see I got juice Got thoughts on my mind I bet I won't ' slip Cannot swerve i'm keepin' that grip Gang on' call they ready to flip Like I'm tryna stand and go on these trips That's rule number one, don't trust no bitch Leave you hurt when you down in the ditch Smoke the pain until my mood switch Know that's broken bond can't hold with a stitch No new niggas around I swear they can't hang Set it off we gon let this shit bang Touchin' mine you feelin' this pain Gotta let out the beast I cannot be tame Gotta let out the beast they' not in my lane Let him play foul get, turnt to a strain Fuck the beef we not gettin paid I heard ya hoe want the beef she tryna get laid You left me all hurtin when I tried to stay All my feelings, they castin away Rest my head on your chest you miss where I lay All that shit really gone it's never the same Not that I'm anywhere tryna go think Gotta vent I can't let it sink Too much things it's makin me sick She ask why I'm tired but we not in sync I be distant tryna stay away Don't want weed I'm numb to the pain Shit be harder it just be the same It's better to talk just hear what I say
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