2 Years
Sleeping patterns they getting changed
Cause of these late nights
Whenever I'm home it feels strange
And I can't tell why
You'll never break my confidence
You be wasting your time
Crazy generation I'm in
I mean we damn wild
Imagine going outta your way
Portraying great life
Content only for Instagram
Let's pull a fake smile
Tell me what did I benefit
A lousy eight likes
Qwerty tell me how do you feel
You still the same cunt
My girl told me that she depressed
That shit I don't like
Drinking our problems to forget
We feeling alright
You know boi I hardly pretend
I tell you straight up
Call the dealer, I need two bags
I need a long night
It's crazy how I'm not even embarrassed
I live my own life
Judging me, your girl selling ass
Cause you a low life
Even me bro I ain't got racks
But Iemme tell you now
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Migraines banging
Like the songs that we've been making
Shit needs to pop
Like the pills that we've been taking
Really wish I had the confidence
That I'm portraying
Instagram smiling (Stop the cap)
Yeah it's some fake shit
She wanna be friends
Is that something that I'm ok with
Told her it's ok
I'm not really one for complaining
Shawdy hit me up with a bottle
Fuck the arraignment
She told me that this is just a
One time occasion
Ok then
I'm just tryna have a conversation
Better days are far
But I know that my mama praying
Channeling all my problems
I'm trying to remotely change them
I got a lot on my plate and
They tryna feed me with this bull
Too many problems
And all these obstacles too
Shawdy we fighting
But she can still send me nudes
You gave me options
And you told me to go choose yeah
I tried to give you all of me
But I know you couldn't take it
I've been fucked up
And I'm trying to embrace it
Life is going fast
But you know that I pace it
Told her fuck it drop it
The location I'm no angel
I wanna come in your direction
No destination
Put in that work and make your body
My occupation
I'm just doing too much so that I don't have to
Face it
Qwerty calls me doctor
But you know that I'm the patient
Gotta pen it down
Whenever I draw inspiration
All these other niggas
Drawing blanks so they just tracing
Everybody staring but I swear
We elevating
Give me two years
Cause this shit is frustrating
Cause of these late nights
Whenever I'm home it feels strange
And I can't tell why
You'll never break my confidence
You be wasting your time
Crazy generation I'm in
I mean we damn wild
Imagine going outta your way
Portraying great life
Content only for Instagram
Let's pull a fake smile
Tell me what did I benefit
A lousy eight likes
Qwerty tell me how do you feel
You still the same cunt
My girl told me that she depressed
That shit I don't like
Drinking our problems to forget
We feeling alright
You know boi I hardly pretend
I tell you straight up
Call the dealer, I need two bags
I need a long night
It's crazy how I'm not even embarrassed
I live my own life
Judging me, your girl selling ass
Cause you a low life
Even me bro I ain't got racks
But Iemme tell you now
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Asking you to give me two years
I'll have it figured out
Migraines banging
Like the songs that we've been making
Shit needs to pop
Like the pills that we've been taking
Really wish I had the confidence
That I'm portraying
Instagram smiling (Stop the cap)
Yeah it's some fake shit
She wanna be friends
Is that something that I'm ok with
Told her it's ok
I'm not really one for complaining
Shawdy hit me up with a bottle
Fuck the arraignment
She told me that this is just a
One time occasion
Ok then
I'm just tryna have a conversation
Better days are far
But I know that my mama praying
Channeling all my problems
I'm trying to remotely change them
I got a lot on my plate and
They tryna feed me with this bull
Too many problems
And all these obstacles too
Shawdy we fighting
But she can still send me nudes
You gave me options
And you told me to go choose yeah
I tried to give you all of me
But I know you couldn't take it
I've been fucked up
And I'm trying to embrace it
Life is going fast
But you know that I pace it
Told her fuck it drop it
The location I'm no angel
I wanna come in your direction
No destination
Put in that work and make your body
My occupation
I'm just doing too much so that I don't have to
Face it
Qwerty calls me doctor
But you know that I'm the patient
Gotta pen it down
Whenever I draw inspiration
All these other niggas
Drawing blanks so they just tracing
Everybody staring but I swear
We elevating
Give me two years
Cause this shit is frustrating
Credits
Writer(s): Siyabulela Khwekhwe
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