So What

I'm not the first to admit this
Buried deep in the business
I can't tell what the hell life is
But I'm runnin' til the finish line

So tear my page as a reminder
That everything we achieve
may be thrown back to the fire to burn
And never to return
until the day that we are meant to leave this earth
Dust in the wind as we were at first
But I'm destined to win with every single verse though

So what do I gotta prove to ya?
What do I have to fuckin' say?
Why do I gotta move witcha?
That's all I got for today yo

Ain't nobody got time for that
Ain't nobody got time for that

Can't say I didn't have fun though
The change of things between us came faster than the wind blow
And you came way faster than this tempo
God you know it when you let some more skin show

Heaven and hell I know we always been through
Stuck in limbo everything goes out the window
So now you say, "We just friends." Jamie Palomino shit
You make me wanna smoke a pack of cigarillos

Plus I been downing bottle after bottle like a dipso
Been tryna find the reason why you dipped so
The mess you left it hurts just like I stubbed my fuckin' big toe
Been staring at you right outside your window

Now you know I know you wish I didn't know your zipcode
Ha I'm just playing, it's whatever Al Jarreau
cos the masquerade is over so
Guess I'm never gon' be sober so I dust off my shoulder
Man, I'm off this roller coaster

So what do I gotta prove to ya?
What do I have to fuckin' say?
Why do I gotta move witcha?
Yo bitch, take a picture

Cos I got nothing to prove to ya
And I got nothing left to say
And I got nothing to move with ya
This all I got
This all I got for today



Credits
Writer(s): Andrea Martin, Handi Adnan Al-bader, Hani Adnan Al-bader
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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