Myday

I gotta stop fucking 'round on the gram
I mean damn, no more likes at 1am
'Cause no one likes or wants the man
Master of the running man
Probably 'cause I'm always running, man
I don't need friends, I need money and happiness
I need the type of lonely that breaks springs in mattresses
I need the type of Spring that brings sun to the son without one
Sorry Mom, I'll try and be a better one
Maybe I should be a buy a gun
'Cause I'm not ready for the end
Way I go take shots at friends
You'd really think I needed one
Oh fuck, they ain't gone like that I said that
How'd I go from so anti to so okay with that?
I really fucking wish I had released all of those old tracks
At the very least, just to show those niggas they can't rap
And I can but my ego still ain't what I say it is
So just tell me one more 'gen how my songs get you feeling, then
I stay caught up in the well-wishes
I stay up late trying to meditate
I stay loaning money that I'm not getting back
I stay loving you even though I hesitate
Even though it's getting late
And I really should be sleeping
Really shouldn't be creeping
Really shouldn't be so curious
'Cause cats like me tend to die
But the saddest fact: making me so alive

Please just let me be
You think you know me
But you don't know me
You're just a phony
I am the only
Silent the phone but I'm still checking it
Obsessively
I saw your request
But I'm rejecting it. It's effortless
I'm cutting the contact
I got the read receipts;
I gotta get that time back
I like me better when I'm rapping all my prayers
Welcome to 7 days later

I just need 7 days, 7 days
Do it better in 7 ways, 7 ways
Please give me my 7 days, 7 days
'Cause I'm looking for better days, better days
I'm looking for 7 days, 7 days
7 days, 7 days
I just need my 7 days, 7 days
Please give me my 7 days, 7 days



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Wardell Bagby
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