No Labels
I tried to call that bitch the Mrs, we ain't click enough
All them phone calls she was Missing, she ain't pick it up
I was feeling Optimistic, now a nigga stuck
Thought our vibes was really hitting, we ain't kiss enough
Now we no label, and that pistol, wanna pick it up
I seen you drink a couple times, guess we ain't lit enough
If I had seen you one more time, I wouldn't mess shit up
But now it's fuck you, thought I loved you, cupid fucked shit up
I ain't gon lie, I used to wish that we could just restart
It's crazy how beautiful bitches rip your mind apart
I guess I'm used to it, my back is filled with hella scars
I know it's hard to give the world, when you don't have a heart
I gotta move on to them bigger and them better things
Like all our conversations talking bout a wedding ring
Look me up, just look me up, you wanna hear me sing
Just don't hate me cause I'm balling like a masquerade
No label
I hope this song doesn't change you
Like my rackades girl it's easy to replace you
Just give me credit girl I made you (I made you)
Ain't appreciate the things that I gave you
No label
Just know a nigga ain't gon' chase you
All the things we could've did but I ain't make you
I put the truth all on the table
And to be honest, guess I'm fine without a label (Fine without a label)
You told me you would always be the biggest fan to me
You told me that you had a plan I was your man to be
You told me you want me to for-fill all your fantasies
You told me you want me to fuck you like you mad at me
Said I was playing, I ain't take you to the turf with me
We stopped texting know that shit hurt to the 3rd degree
But you ain't pull up on my block, sit on the curb with me
And If I handed you this Glock, were you gon' merk for me
You got scared, you just seen my flag, girl it's okay
Hold my pain, this bullshit I can't take it to my grave
Diamonds on, but I can't wear a chain, Modern Slave
Hoodie on, I can't fuck my braids up in the rain
I always spoke to women but I never cheated
No, I didn't answer my phone, but for a better reason
I always been woke, I ain't a nigga dreamin'
I'll remember where I come from, but a nigga leaving
No label
I hope this song doesn't change you
Like my rackades girl it's easy to replace you
Just give me credit girl I made you (I made you)
Ain't appreciate the things that I gave you
No label
Just know a nigga ain't gon' chase you
All the things we could've did but I ain't make you
I put the truth all on the table
And to be honest guess I'm fine without a label (Fine without a label)
I made you
Fine without a label
Fine without a label
All them phone calls she was Missing, she ain't pick it up
I was feeling Optimistic, now a nigga stuck
Thought our vibes was really hitting, we ain't kiss enough
Now we no label, and that pistol, wanna pick it up
I seen you drink a couple times, guess we ain't lit enough
If I had seen you one more time, I wouldn't mess shit up
But now it's fuck you, thought I loved you, cupid fucked shit up
I ain't gon lie, I used to wish that we could just restart
It's crazy how beautiful bitches rip your mind apart
I guess I'm used to it, my back is filled with hella scars
I know it's hard to give the world, when you don't have a heart
I gotta move on to them bigger and them better things
Like all our conversations talking bout a wedding ring
Look me up, just look me up, you wanna hear me sing
Just don't hate me cause I'm balling like a masquerade
No label
I hope this song doesn't change you
Like my rackades girl it's easy to replace you
Just give me credit girl I made you (I made you)
Ain't appreciate the things that I gave you
No label
Just know a nigga ain't gon' chase you
All the things we could've did but I ain't make you
I put the truth all on the table
And to be honest, guess I'm fine without a label (Fine without a label)
You told me you would always be the biggest fan to me
You told me that you had a plan I was your man to be
You told me you want me to for-fill all your fantasies
You told me you want me to fuck you like you mad at me
Said I was playing, I ain't take you to the turf with me
We stopped texting know that shit hurt to the 3rd degree
But you ain't pull up on my block, sit on the curb with me
And If I handed you this Glock, were you gon' merk for me
You got scared, you just seen my flag, girl it's okay
Hold my pain, this bullshit I can't take it to my grave
Diamonds on, but I can't wear a chain, Modern Slave
Hoodie on, I can't fuck my braids up in the rain
I always spoke to women but I never cheated
No, I didn't answer my phone, but for a better reason
I always been woke, I ain't a nigga dreamin'
I'll remember where I come from, but a nigga leaving
No label
I hope this song doesn't change you
Like my rackades girl it's easy to replace you
Just give me credit girl I made you (I made you)
Ain't appreciate the things that I gave you
No label
Just know a nigga ain't gon' chase you
All the things we could've did but I ain't make you
I put the truth all on the table
And to be honest guess I'm fine without a label (Fine without a label)
I made you
Fine without a label
Fine without a label
Credits
Writer(s): Darryl Moore
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