Misunderstood
Conversations with satan
We arguing and debating
I'm tryna cut off relations
Without the feeling of vacancy
Late in my creations
But good things require patience
And love requires guidance
But I ain't got none
The kush got it smelling
Like a parfum
And I ain't even bring it
You say you love me
Do you mean it
Or is it feelings of lust
Or some infatuation
Too young for rings
And the litigation
The monogamy makes me
Liberating
The generation doesn't believe
In dating
The generation doesn't believe
In waiting
But I'm saving every
Memory we had
Man that shit Get really sad
And lonely
During the long nights
You would me hold me
From the old me
Let that sink in
Cause I've been thinking
Bout all the shit
that get me blinking
Make me weak and
We was together every
Weekend
We Fuck then sleep in
You missed the calls from
That fella
Cause you know who do it
Better
Crack bottle of that Rossi
Or that Stella
Which ever one made you
Wetter
Guarantee a couple rounds
With package
Beating it up, she raise the flag
Like a captain
Pussy keeping me captive
Cameras out like we acting
It ain't flashing
we keep it blasting
Keep it real for a nigga
Keep it trill for nigga
Keep it
Serious for a nigga
Pop a pill for nigga
Would you do it
Would you flex on em
Would you prove it
I dont think she would
It's understood
But enough of penny-pinching
Off all of the Old shit
I'm really tryna get my
Mind right
I need to Focus
Cause I been thinking the folks
You said couldn't be
Dwelling on the things
You said I couldn't See
I'm going blind to the
Fact that fighting addiction
Buy the gas, twist up after
Mindless decisions
After serious conditions
After minor convictions
Shit it's Tuesday lit the gas up
I'm getting fried
Couple woods in rotation
Know I'm down to ride
And if you down to slide
Then baby let's get
Higher than expected
You still bringing games
Guess you never learned yo lesson
And I ain't never been into teaching
Ain't never into preaching
You know that life come with reasons
You know I change like the seasons
You know them spirits be chasing
But I skate off in demon
I'm steady finding a meaning
We steady mobbing and scheming
We from north
And the ville
When we share love
Man it's real
Gave you a piece
Of the puzzle
But you so ready
To steal
But you so ready
To kill
I can not speak
Them deals
I can't get into
Them feels
Oh wait you popping
A pill
Oh wait you popping
The pill
I ain't think she would
Misunderstood
We arguing and debating
I'm tryna cut off relations
Without the feeling of vacancy
Late in my creations
But good things require patience
And love requires guidance
But I ain't got none
The kush got it smelling
Like a parfum
And I ain't even bring it
You say you love me
Do you mean it
Or is it feelings of lust
Or some infatuation
Too young for rings
And the litigation
The monogamy makes me
Liberating
The generation doesn't believe
In dating
The generation doesn't believe
In waiting
But I'm saving every
Memory we had
Man that shit Get really sad
And lonely
During the long nights
You would me hold me
From the old me
Let that sink in
Cause I've been thinking
Bout all the shit
that get me blinking
Make me weak and
We was together every
Weekend
We Fuck then sleep in
You missed the calls from
That fella
Cause you know who do it
Better
Crack bottle of that Rossi
Or that Stella
Which ever one made you
Wetter
Guarantee a couple rounds
With package
Beating it up, she raise the flag
Like a captain
Pussy keeping me captive
Cameras out like we acting
It ain't flashing
we keep it blasting
Keep it real for a nigga
Keep it trill for nigga
Keep it
Serious for a nigga
Pop a pill for nigga
Would you do it
Would you flex on em
Would you prove it
I dont think she would
It's understood
But enough of penny-pinching
Off all of the Old shit
I'm really tryna get my
Mind right
I need to Focus
Cause I been thinking the folks
You said couldn't be
Dwelling on the things
You said I couldn't See
I'm going blind to the
Fact that fighting addiction
Buy the gas, twist up after
Mindless decisions
After serious conditions
After minor convictions
Shit it's Tuesday lit the gas up
I'm getting fried
Couple woods in rotation
Know I'm down to ride
And if you down to slide
Then baby let's get
Higher than expected
You still bringing games
Guess you never learned yo lesson
And I ain't never been into teaching
Ain't never into preaching
You know that life come with reasons
You know I change like the seasons
You know them spirits be chasing
But I skate off in demon
I'm steady finding a meaning
We steady mobbing and scheming
We from north
And the ville
When we share love
Man it's real
Gave you a piece
Of the puzzle
But you so ready
To steal
But you so ready
To kill
I can not speak
Them deals
I can't get into
Them feels
Oh wait you popping
A pill
Oh wait you popping
The pill
I ain't think she would
Misunderstood
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