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I'm sick of writing all these soft songs
Yea I'm sick of all these softs songs
But I got no one to tell it to
So I gotta keep it gangsta
I might write it in a song form
Yea I might write it in a song form
Cause I got no one to tell it to
So I gotta keep it gangsta
I'm sick of writing all these soft songs
Yea I'm sick of all these softs songs
But I got no one to tell it to
So I gotta keep it gangsta
I might write it in a song form
Yea I might write it in a song form
Cause I got no one to tell it to
So I gotta keep it gangsta

I'm sick of these sad songs
All of this shit on mind it's not what I ask for
Why the relationship problems baby it don't last long
I'm sick of arguing and fighting
Hoping it's the last straw
I hope it's the last straw
I really thought you was the one for me
But you ain't the one for me
You broke my heart and took a lung from me
Now you tryna come for me
Really thought you was the one for me
But you ain't the one for me
You broke my heart and took a lung from me
And you say you done from me
It's so many arguments
I might just go back to them hoes that you know
All it takes is a text it's a go
Member you was like nah that's the bro
Yea I swore I'd get you back for it tho
But she be kissing on me like you used to do
But Baby I ain't gone lie I miss you too
No I ain't gone like I miss you too
It's too much anxiety too much depression
Since you keep on trying me you'll learn ya lesson
I'm overly thinking that it's not a blessing
You calling my phone but I'm just not forgiven
Too much anxiety too much depression
Since you keep on trying me you'll learn ya lesson
I'm overly thinking that it's not a blessing
You calling my phone but I'm just not forgiven yea yea
Tryna stop my ways
Tryna stop my ways
I ain't pop a perk I'm out my phase
I don't wana talk I got my days
If you doing good I send my praise
She just opened up she out that cage
It ain't gone show if I'm not paid
Send it up to god you might get saved
Thinking to myself this is too much
Got me in a jam this is too much
Thoughts in my head don't wana lose us
I don't wana move don't wanna do much
Thinking to myself this is too much
Got me in a jam this is too much
Thoughts in my head don't wana lose us
I don't wana move don't wanna do much

I'm sick of writing all these soft songs
Yea I'm sick of all these softs songs
But I got no one to tell it to
So I gotta keep it gangsta
I might write it in a song form
Yea I might write it in a song form
Cause I got no one to tell it to
So I gotta keep it gangsta