I Do Not (feat. David Curtis Phillips)
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Uh, I'm over it, let's just eighty-six this
The mind games, can't we eighty-six the bullshit
Can't we carry on, it's time to put the baggage up
Truth be told, you was tripping, and I've had enough
I'm so done, we ain't gotta take it there
Back and forth, we ain't even fighting fair
I couldn't focus, you made me put my pen down
But look-a-here, you finally hear your song now
From the start, we really had the best of times
But then it changed, you even left me outside
My foot is down, and I ain't finna take you back
Like Ray Charles, you can hit the road, Jack
You want to start again, but that ain't in my mindset
I see you coming, but now I just sidestep
I stopped the cycle, stopped it like a stop sign
I'm done fighting, now I'm cutting brake lines
And I'll admit it, I know I'm sort of problematic
One day I'm good, and then I'm flipping like I'm acrobatic
You with a rapper, so there's gonna be some stipulations
I ain't a psychic, so just tell me what you're contemplating
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Kick rocks, I hope you break your big toe
You wanna work, no call, no show
Looking back, you do that in your past time
Well that's you, your hobby don't match mine
I pulled the plug, I watched it as it flat lined
All the games, now who at the foul line
If I was rich, you wouldn't get my last dime
We're done now, I said it for the last time
I use to think, hmm, maybe it was circumstance
We're grown now, and he could still get a chance
But oh wait, I think I got another plan
I'm moving on, I'm looking for the better, man
Quit calling me, coming to my doorstep
Your best friends, they ain't opened doors yet
Your good job, that don't keep you occupied
Tell the truth, you really thought of suicide
I'll admit it, I know I'm sort of fucking wild
One day I'm good and then I'm acting like a fucking child
You with a rapper so there's gotta be a sacrifice
I call the shots now, I'm done with being fucking nice
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Nah, nah, nah, goodbye
Nah, nah, nah, goodbye
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work
I do not
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Uh, I'm over it, let's just eighty-six this
The mind games, can't we eighty-six the bullshit
Can't we carry on, it's time to put the baggage up
Truth be told, you was tripping, and I've had enough
I'm so done, we ain't gotta take it there
Back and forth, we ain't even fighting fair
I couldn't focus, you made me put my pen down
But look-a-here, you finally hear your song now
From the start, we really had the best of times
But then it changed, you even left me outside
My foot is down, and I ain't finna take you back
Like Ray Charles, you can hit the road, Jack
You want to start again, but that ain't in my mindset
I see you coming, but now I just sidestep
I stopped the cycle, stopped it like a stop sign
I'm done fighting, now I'm cutting brake lines
And I'll admit it, I know I'm sort of problematic
One day I'm good, and then I'm flipping like I'm acrobatic
You with a rapper, so there's gonna be some stipulations
I ain't a psychic, so just tell me what you're contemplating
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Kick rocks, I hope you break your big toe
You wanna work, no call, no show
Looking back, you do that in your past time
Well that's you, your hobby don't match mine
I pulled the plug, I watched it as it flat lined
All the games, now who at the foul line
If I was rich, you wouldn't get my last dime
We're done now, I said it for the last time
I use to think, hmm, maybe it was circumstance
We're grown now, and he could still get a chance
But oh wait, I think I got another plan
I'm moving on, I'm looking for the better, man
Quit calling me, coming to my doorstep
Your best friends, they ain't opened doors yet
Your good job, that don't keep you occupied
Tell the truth, you really thought of suicide
I'll admit it, I know I'm sort of fucking wild
One day I'm good and then I'm acting like a fucking child
You with a rapper so there's gotta be a sacrifice
I call the shots now, I'm done with being fucking nice
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Nah, nah, nah, goodbye
Nah, nah, nah, goodbye
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work
I do not
Here I am
Here we are
You wanna work it out
I do not
Credits
Writer(s): Jarrett Johnson
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