What U Want
Can't find love till you already hoed
Might not be prepared
for the life that you sowed
Hearts that you stole
Trust that you broke
scent of your soul
Stain in my clothes
Lie like my religion
Is the life that I chose
Lost in my decision
I just feel it and go
curves make me swerve
can't keep control
What glitters ain't gold
Yeah, yeah I know
Aah
Doing the wrong thing
For a good time
Blessing or sin
There's a thin line
Out here slippin'
Losing grip
Take a hit
Of dem lips
I be so HIGH
Aah
Laying my head in a different home
Good at finding places that I don't belong
What you try to get
Ain't always what you want
Usually it's always hard to follow the rules
You'd understand my struggle if you walked in my shoes
don't wanna choose
Between them and you
Divided in two
Got me so confused
Still feel all alone
At the end of the day
Be stringing 'em along
Tryna fill up the space
I think that I'm done
Then I make more space
Ain't nuttin' going waste
I live for the chase
I should try harder
Be better, do better I know
The last time I said it, was the last time I said it before
And I don't really mean to be that mean
Or difficult
But gimme all the blame
Not ashamed of this good life
Might not be prepared
for the life that you sowed
Hearts that you stole
Trust that you broke
scent of your soul
Stain in my clothes
Lie like my religion
Is the life that I chose
Lost in my decision
I just feel it and go
curves make me swerve
can't keep control
What glitters ain't gold
Yeah, yeah I know
Aah
Doing the wrong thing
For a good time
Blessing or sin
There's a thin line
Out here slippin'
Losing grip
Take a hit
Of dem lips
I be so HIGH
Aah
Laying my head in a different home
Good at finding places that I don't belong
What you try to get
Ain't always what you want
Usually it's always hard to follow the rules
You'd understand my struggle if you walked in my shoes
don't wanna choose
Between them and you
Divided in two
Got me so confused
Still feel all alone
At the end of the day
Be stringing 'em along
Tryna fill up the space
I think that I'm done
Then I make more space
Ain't nuttin' going waste
I live for the chase
I should try harder
Be better, do better I know
The last time I said it, was the last time I said it before
And I don't really mean to be that mean
Or difficult
But gimme all the blame
Not ashamed of this good life
Credits
Writer(s): George Tisdale, Cannon Mapp, Alexander Nalpantidis, Terrance Summerville
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