Tell Me Why, Pt. 2
Tell me why I'm waitin'
For someone, That couldn't give a fuck about me
Nothin' really matters anymore
Tell me why I'm waitin' when I already know
Y'all don't really give a fuck about me
Y'all just get the fuck from 'round me
I don't even wanna talk anymore
I been depressed, I been stressed
Drinkin' more to think less
Smoke before I get dressed
Hate how much you mean less to me
I been the best to you
But you ain't even impressed, uh
Why you do me like that?
Hurt so hard, man I can't even fight back
Why you leave me, turn around and come right back?
All the pain that you brought, How you like that?
I'm a dog but I gotta get my bite back
When you mad or you sad this the right track
Told myself pull it together
Pedal to the metal
Tell me why I'm waitin'
For someone, That couldn't give a fuck about me
I just wanna make it, Be the greatest I can be
Can't do shit they always hatin' on me
Hate on me but you act so me
Wanna talk about my clothes
Wanna talk about my teeth
Wanna talk about my bros, We gon' roll 4 deep
When they book me for a show, Give my bros front seats
Spent a lot of time alone, Only thing I do is sleep
This the second part but I could give you part 3
What's it gon' be?
Tell me why, Tell me why, Tell me why
Tell me why I keep on waitin'
Tell me why, Tell me why, Tell me why
Tell me why I can't face shit
All the fake shit got me jaded
Faded in the basement
Off some laced shit
Take this, Don't say shit
Got me playin' matrix with the neighbors
Ima shake and bake em like the Lakers
On the pavement they said I wouldn't make it
But I'm facing faces, Fuck a racist
Short paces, Taken in my asics
No ace of spades yet but I'll save it
Ima baby face, She still take dick
Maintaining radio with a bass hit
Ima take it if you show it
If I get a little buzz hope I don't blow it
Free my brother Jody Lamak, Shit is all bogus
In the room with a camera and I'm the focus
I know I got some talent, Need someone to finally notice
You ain't never heard nun' like this, I'm the one that's chosen
Tryna get a little money using my devotion
Put my family in a house right by the ocean
Blowin' cash with my cousins in a range rover
Everybody know it's late but it ain't over
No it ain't over
Tell me why I'm waitin'
For someone, That couldn't give a fuck about me
For someone, That couldn't give a fuck about me
Nothin' really matters anymore
Tell me why I'm waitin' when I already know
Y'all don't really give a fuck about me
Y'all just get the fuck from 'round me
I don't even wanna talk anymore
I been depressed, I been stressed
Drinkin' more to think less
Smoke before I get dressed
Hate how much you mean less to me
I been the best to you
But you ain't even impressed, uh
Why you do me like that?
Hurt so hard, man I can't even fight back
Why you leave me, turn around and come right back?
All the pain that you brought, How you like that?
I'm a dog but I gotta get my bite back
When you mad or you sad this the right track
Told myself pull it together
Pedal to the metal
Tell me why I'm waitin'
For someone, That couldn't give a fuck about me
I just wanna make it, Be the greatest I can be
Can't do shit they always hatin' on me
Hate on me but you act so me
Wanna talk about my clothes
Wanna talk about my teeth
Wanna talk about my bros, We gon' roll 4 deep
When they book me for a show, Give my bros front seats
Spent a lot of time alone, Only thing I do is sleep
This the second part but I could give you part 3
What's it gon' be?
Tell me why, Tell me why, Tell me why
Tell me why I keep on waitin'
Tell me why, Tell me why, Tell me why
Tell me why I can't face shit
All the fake shit got me jaded
Faded in the basement
Off some laced shit
Take this, Don't say shit
Got me playin' matrix with the neighbors
Ima shake and bake em like the Lakers
On the pavement they said I wouldn't make it
But I'm facing faces, Fuck a racist
Short paces, Taken in my asics
No ace of spades yet but I'll save it
Ima baby face, She still take dick
Maintaining radio with a bass hit
Ima take it if you show it
If I get a little buzz hope I don't blow it
Free my brother Jody Lamak, Shit is all bogus
In the room with a camera and I'm the focus
I know I got some talent, Need someone to finally notice
You ain't never heard nun' like this, I'm the one that's chosen
Tryna get a little money using my devotion
Put my family in a house right by the ocean
Blowin' cash with my cousins in a range rover
Everybody know it's late but it ain't over
No it ain't over
Tell me why I'm waitin'
For someone, That couldn't give a fuck about me
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Writer(s): Jacob Dobbs
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