I Don't Mean to Bitch, But...

I'm on a flight to atlanta, just left a girl in LA
Got some matchin face tats n her lips on my waist
Didn't wanna leave her but yanno how it goes
On the road... gotta move, i don't get too comfortable

Cause i know... this ink the only thing that'll last forever
Even then, when i die, it'll fade, when i wither away
Homie overdosed, but left his son paid
He's so used to everybody beggin him to stay, he wanted out though

It's hard to talk about though

All these responsibilities, man they been tauntin at me
Makes it hard to believe that... i could be happy
See, i been losin people left n right, overnight
By the time that i land, a couple more gonn pick a fight
Cause i didn't shout em out, cause i didn't put em on
When i'm barely up myself, and i'm barely hangin on
Another blog just turned me down, but fuck em, write another song
And make em all regret lookin over me all a long

I don't wanna sell drugs no more
Every night, dozin off, wonder if they'll kick my door in
Wakin up, night sweats in the morninnn
And i should pray, but this blunt is more important
And... my shit ain't grown local boii, this imported
Any further questions, take up w my lawyer
Marsala gonna get me out tomorrow, n i don't owe em a dollar
I bled the block, for every favor asked, i got me a runner

So now i'm runnin shit...
But they don't warn you bout what comes with this

I'm fuckin paranoid... i can't trust a single soul
My judgement so poor that i can't even trust my own
Family bruh... even they scheming to take out my pockets
Prolly plotted when they taught me how to ride a bike, it's
Fuckin crazy how a stranger has some better intentions
Than the ones who raised me, and they still expect me at thanksgiving
Y'all ain't ever done shit but made me feel all alone
Talkin noise bout how i eat but you still askin for a bone, fuck...

And i don't mean to bitch, but... i don't think ill ever be enough
Yeah i don't mean to bitch, but... i ain't ever felt loved
And i don't mean to bitch but...