Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elijah Jennings
Songwriter
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
Writer(s): Elijah Jennings, Zaire Moore
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