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I ain't been home enough, if you were me, you wouldn't either
And maybe you could do me better, but I don't believe you
On my phone like all the time
Wanna dip, but where's the time?
Maybe leave me 'lone and I could have some peace of fuckin' mind
Where does it end? Switching up all of my friends, ayy
Admitting to all of my sins, ayy
Trippin' and falling again. ayy
How I make amends?
I'm going 'til I fucking pop
Doctor saying I should stop
But I'm just fucking hungry, maybe you should mind your own
I don't believe you too much
So why we in a rush?
This time keeps tickin' ah, ah, ah
Got me swinging and I'm missing you
Like would you cry up on my shoulder?
I've been thumbin' through the photos, lost the folders
Man, I hate if I ain't know ya
I ain't trippin', I'm just looking for some closure
Burdens on my mind, I hardly ever check the time
I gotta move on, it's gone too far
My car just broke down, no breaks since February
All black, like Halle Berry
New trend, that cemetery
New scenes, it's getting scary, ayy
One way or another, I'm my brothers keeper
And I told him yesterday he should keep her
Side-to-side we go, and it's getting really old
All these people fold, but I'm aiming for the gold, ayy, ayy
I don't believe you too much
So why we in a rush?
This time keeps tickin' ah, ah, ah
Got me swinging and I'm missing you
Like would you cry up on my shoulder?
I've been thumbin' through the photos, lost the folders
Man, I hate if I ain't know ya
I ain't trippin', I'm just looking for some closure
And maybe you could do me better, but I don't believe you
On my phone like all the time
Wanna dip, but where's the time?
Maybe leave me 'lone and I could have some peace of fuckin' mind
Where does it end? Switching up all of my friends, ayy
Admitting to all of my sins, ayy
Trippin' and falling again. ayy
How I make amends?
I'm going 'til I fucking pop
Doctor saying I should stop
But I'm just fucking hungry, maybe you should mind your own
I don't believe you too much
So why we in a rush?
This time keeps tickin' ah, ah, ah
Got me swinging and I'm missing you
Like would you cry up on my shoulder?
I've been thumbin' through the photos, lost the folders
Man, I hate if I ain't know ya
I ain't trippin', I'm just looking for some closure
Burdens on my mind, I hardly ever check the time
I gotta move on, it's gone too far
My car just broke down, no breaks since February
All black, like Halle Berry
New trend, that cemetery
New scenes, it's getting scary, ayy
One way or another, I'm my brothers keeper
And I told him yesterday he should keep her
Side-to-side we go, and it's getting really old
All these people fold, but I'm aiming for the gold, ayy, ayy
I don't believe you too much
So why we in a rush?
This time keeps tickin' ah, ah, ah
Got me swinging and I'm missing you
Like would you cry up on my shoulder?
I've been thumbin' through the photos, lost the folders
Man, I hate if I ain't know ya
I ain't trippin', I'm just looking for some closure
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Writer(s): Jackson Haynes
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