No Answers
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I hear you got some problems I ain't tryin' to solve 'em
I live my life and you keep cause me, stress
You need to get it off your chest
But baby I am not your bench press
No, Nor am I your doctor
I just called you cause you bed rockin' and you got the hot sex
The context getting confused
Like what you buying and like how it got you in a mood
I could give a fuck about the brand of your shoes
Ima take a cruise, I bid you farewell
Cause I don't give a fuck about shit but self-care
And all you seem to do is focus on raisin' hell
Baby I ain't bout it
You be actin rabid
So I say I'm out and getting higher than the attic
On a different wavelength you be too dramatic
Always get me charged up
Gotta ground the static
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I ain't got the answers homie please leave me alone
See my time is precious so don't get me out my zone
What the fuck you on
You just gonna have to figure-it out but your lone
My heart done turned to cold from the Q that you pose
Like should I send a text or should I call her on my phone
Homie I don't know
Should I take her out or should I take her to my home
Actin' like a child while you frontin' full grown
I know if I had a clone or two
I could change the whole world and broaden up the view
I could be a sage or personal guru
Have an answer to
All the mysteries of life and I could share with you
But it just ain't so
I'm only one man, and you gotta know
That I got my own questions, that need answers
But you keep comin' at me with the banter
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I hear you got some problems I ain't tryin' to solve 'em
I live my life and you keep cause me, stress
You need to get it off your chest
But baby I am not your bench press
No, Nor am I your doctor
I just called you cause you bed rockin' and you got the hot sex
The context getting confused
Like what you buying and like how it got you in a mood
I could give a fuck about the brand of your shoes
Ima take a cruise, I bid you farewell
Cause I don't give a fuck about shit but self-care
And all you seem to do is focus on raisin' hell
Baby I ain't bout it
You be actin rabid
So I say I'm out and getting higher than the attic
On a different wavelength you be too dramatic
Always get me charged up
Gotta ground the static
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I ain't got the answers homie please leave me alone
See my time is precious so don't get me out my zone
What the fuck you on
You just gonna have to figure-it out but your lone
My heart done turned to cold from the Q that you pose
Like should I send a text or should I call her on my phone
Homie I don't know
Should I take her out or should I take her to my home
Actin' like a child while you frontin' full grown
I know if I had a clone or two
I could change the whole world and broaden up the view
I could be a sage or personal guru
Have an answer to
All the mysteries of life and I could share with you
But it just ain't so
I'm only one man, and you gotta know
That I got my own questions, that need answers
But you keep comin' at me with the banter
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
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Writer(s): Dylan Smith
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