Nobody Feels My Pain
Nobody feels my pain, Feel like i'm going insane
I'm really all alone, no faith and hope is gone
And with the site of you, it's got me torn in two
You had me feeling blue, now bitch i'm ovo you
Thought you were the one for me, trying hard to keep what wasn't meant to be
Breaking down these walls of misery, depression had me stuck I had no energy
Why did you pretend be, something more than the eye can see
Head ovo heels cluelessly, had a nigga think you was his everything
Man I can't relax, I just need a play, I need the pack
I had to make a choice and ion need these bitches I need racks
Used to be a boy, had to man it up and chase a bag
I still play with toys, I ain't talking nerf, I'm talking straps
And i'm with my boys, finna put Columbus on the map
You ain't making noise, you don't tote no gun ain't got no strap
Need to cut it boy, really on LA no where i'm at
I ain't ducking boy, we can shoot the ones don't need the strap
And i'm spitting facts, and that's real shii, man I don't gotta cap
And i'm speaking facts, i'm off the bar, I don't know how to act
And i'm in the sky, I just faced a wood and hit the dab
Kimmy flipping pies, I call up Rell cuz I ain't got the strap
Nasto down to ride, Spot em, drop em
Get them off them map
I'm really all alone, no faith and hope is gone
And with the site of you, it's got me torn in two
You had me feeling blue, now bitch i'm ovo you
Thought you were the one for me, trying hard to keep what wasn't meant to be
Breaking down these walls of misery, depression had me stuck I had no energy
Why did you pretend be, something more than the eye can see
Head ovo heels cluelessly, had a nigga think you was his everything
Man I can't relax, I just need a play, I need the pack
I had to make a choice and ion need these bitches I need racks
Used to be a boy, had to man it up and chase a bag
I still play with toys, I ain't talking nerf, I'm talking straps
And i'm with my boys, finna put Columbus on the map
You ain't making noise, you don't tote no gun ain't got no strap
Need to cut it boy, really on LA no where i'm at
I ain't ducking boy, we can shoot the ones don't need the strap
And i'm spitting facts, and that's real shii, man I don't gotta cap
And i'm speaking facts, i'm off the bar, I don't know how to act
And i'm in the sky, I just faced a wood and hit the dab
Kimmy flipping pies, I call up Rell cuz I ain't got the strap
Nasto down to ride, Spot em, drop em
Get them off them map
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Writer(s): Raylan Wheeler
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