9am Freestyle

Keep the circle so small issa dot now
Used to hate bein' lonely, like it a lot now
And I been doin lot of thinkin bout the past tense
I was always different like I was, speakin' in accents
I can't focus on no, pieces of plastic, in that sense
I could give a fuck about cashed checks or assets
Used to have a problem where I'd do more and ask less
Until I learned that the ones doin most really have less

It's just respect that I'm after
That's why everything I do, I do the best you could ask for
Swear on everything I got that you gone get what you asked for
Like what did you expect, think I forget 'bout the past? no
Better bet that I'm finna balance out the checks when it's time to
Funny way regrets come and sneak up behind you
N ion feel the need to remind you
You won't get away if you try to
When the debts all get collected they'll find you
They was hatin on the kid when I was down, like they was all that
Saw me callin' out for help, like oh no, they ain't even call back
On god no, you ain't ride for me at all
So Ion need no fuckin contact
Why you on my line, get off dat
Thought you would have my back when I fall back
You tryna throw curveballs but I caught that

Keep the circle so small issa dot now
Used to hate bein' lonely, like it a lot now
And I been doin lot of thinkin bout the past tense
When I think about it I been noticing your absence
Like where yo ass was at when I was goin thru dat break up
Stories 'bout how you was always down, that shit is made up
Ain't never link man, you ain't even hit my text
Most of y'all was jus' too busy chillin wit my ex

And I guess
I guess in a sense that shit was jus for the best
Cause that shit helped me understand a thing I never could get
Ain't nobody know bout loyalty or respect
That's what I've grown to expect
That's why there's such a separation between me and the rest
And, it don't even matter what you give jus accept you finna get what you get
Fuck when to say when, y'all dont know when to say what
Or when it's honestly probably for the best to say nun
We can't put that shit to rest cause I'm the type to stay up
Really never had it in me jus to kiss n make up
Swear I locked off my thoughts
If you wanna talk you gotta stop the clock
Cause when it comes to time I do not got a lot
Turn my circle to a dot, on god
I still hit it home on a change up
You can't get a base run
Believe it or not
Used to be type to give a lot and not never take nun
Man it's crazy all the ways that I get taken for granted
I swear it's insanity, I'm takin' the damage
Swear they even tried takin' advantage, they couldn't manage
I jus' stay eatin off they plates like I escaped from a famine



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Writer(s): Paul Geyer
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