I Wish
I wish I could tell you
That I okay but
I can't miss you Ma
Still hurt aye
Phone keep ringing
What they want aye
Didn't get the PS5 yet
So I don't play
No games no more
Healing is what I'm aiming for
Every morning I wake up
Look out the window see the sun
Check my phone for notifications then I respond
Tryna make connections
To get where I gotta go
Relying on the voice inside to
Say what I already know
Say why I already know
Tell me who the fake amongst the real
So I can let me go
Each day I hope to clear up my intentions and
Not lay with misery
Thanks my G for all the favors you bestow on thee
And though I got all the questions I'll just keep them to myself
Be the best I can going write past left
Self made that don't mean I never had help
Rather it means most nights I had to keep pushing myself
With the console from my creator
It was easy to look up
Now I don't have that voice
So I remember what I can't touch and
I wish I could tell you
That I okay but
I can't miss you Ma
Still hurt aye
Phone keep ringing
What they want aye
Didn't get the PS5 yet
So I don't play
No games no more
And I wish I could tell you that I'm okay
But I'm hurt aye
But I'm hurt aye yeah
I would never sell you pain to make a profit
Just words to the wise and I'm not saying I'm no prophet
If you've never took a loss then this might not be your topic
It's real shit yeah I know it's hard for some to copy
Feeling wiser and older like I'm a disk that's on a floppy
Ain't no ceilings over here so tell me why would I be stopping
Going up even though sometimes I'm really feeling down
Borderline addicted to the gas can barely put it down
I'm just living my life the best way I know how to do
And you should do the same cuz it could be my day and yours too
Happy Birthday to my mom
November's very own
The meanest Scorpio in the world
That put me on the throne
I wish I could tell you
That I okay but
I can't miss you Ma
Still hurt aye
Phone keep ringing
What they want aye
Didn't get the PS5 yet
So I don't play
No games no more
And I wish I could tell you that I'm okay
But I'm hurt aye
But I'm hurt aye yeah
In life
You just gotta love a person
Till you can't love em no more
And when you gotta let me go
You gotta let em go
That's it
That I okay but
I can't miss you Ma
Still hurt aye
Phone keep ringing
What they want aye
Didn't get the PS5 yet
So I don't play
No games no more
Healing is what I'm aiming for
Every morning I wake up
Look out the window see the sun
Check my phone for notifications then I respond
Tryna make connections
To get where I gotta go
Relying on the voice inside to
Say what I already know
Say why I already know
Tell me who the fake amongst the real
So I can let me go
Each day I hope to clear up my intentions and
Not lay with misery
Thanks my G for all the favors you bestow on thee
And though I got all the questions I'll just keep them to myself
Be the best I can going write past left
Self made that don't mean I never had help
Rather it means most nights I had to keep pushing myself
With the console from my creator
It was easy to look up
Now I don't have that voice
So I remember what I can't touch and
I wish I could tell you
That I okay but
I can't miss you Ma
Still hurt aye
Phone keep ringing
What they want aye
Didn't get the PS5 yet
So I don't play
No games no more
And I wish I could tell you that I'm okay
But I'm hurt aye
But I'm hurt aye yeah
I would never sell you pain to make a profit
Just words to the wise and I'm not saying I'm no prophet
If you've never took a loss then this might not be your topic
It's real shit yeah I know it's hard for some to copy
Feeling wiser and older like I'm a disk that's on a floppy
Ain't no ceilings over here so tell me why would I be stopping
Going up even though sometimes I'm really feeling down
Borderline addicted to the gas can barely put it down
I'm just living my life the best way I know how to do
And you should do the same cuz it could be my day and yours too
Happy Birthday to my mom
November's very own
The meanest Scorpio in the world
That put me on the throne
I wish I could tell you
That I okay but
I can't miss you Ma
Still hurt aye
Phone keep ringing
What they want aye
Didn't get the PS5 yet
So I don't play
No games no more
And I wish I could tell you that I'm okay
But I'm hurt aye
But I'm hurt aye yeah
In life
You just gotta love a person
Till you can't love em no more
And when you gotta let me go
You gotta let em go
That's it
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Writer(s): David Sweatte
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