Distant Lovers

They say they a part of your team
But won't push shit, so I push me
Starin' at me like I'm sick diseased
Yeah a Niggah ill
Gotta will to proceed
Stuck on they phones now it's hard to believe
That a Niggah be real, cause he ain't on TV
More like me overseas, but this is America
Better watch what you see

12 might pull a gat, push ya cap back
Cause, black match black
Turn into a hashtag
Why they flexin' on the Gram, like they really smokin'
Better think about your daughter, and what's more important
Cause, she twirkin' on the phone, while you home snorin'
Ma Dukes get mad turn into a Haitian
Slap the taste out ya mouth
I guess she lost patience
Cause, a perv watchin it at home masterbatin' (keep goin, keep goin girl)

Through these lens I can see your heart
Do you stop and think, what's tearin' us apart
Both sides agree that we're playin our parts
I totally agree because we playin us all

Through these lens I can see your heart
Do you stop and think, what's tearin' us apart
Both sides agree that we're playin our parts
I totally agree because we playin us all

(Oh my Lord!)

All I see is Niggahs with dreams (dreams)
Get mad at crackers cause they soakin' up the steam (steam)
So, I sing, sing, sing my libretto (la, la, la, la)
No opportunity in the ghetto (none)
Doesn't really matter if you black or white (nope)
If you don't fit in, then you kicked to the curb (boop)
If you don't have a dollar, turn into a stripper (stripper)
Play them Niggahs right back, cause now your soul hurt (soul hurt)
Cant get played again, cause you know your soul's worth (souls' worth)
Way more to the healing, Yeah its a process (process)
You so busy lovin' you that you lost conscience
Cause, it's people out there hurtin' from the same process

Let me step back, cause I over process
Get lost in the words like it's a contract
Don't get too close, might catch contact
I already seen her, do you need contacts

Oh, no, you cant be that good
Why you tryna hold a Niggah back
You ain't really from the hood
You right, cause the hood really on a Niggah back (skirt, skirt)
Get a little money then a Niggah act
Just enough to pay a little tax
If you paid this, and he paid that, and greed still exist,
Then, you need to do the math

No lames in my circle
We all trapezoids, so we ain't perfect
No filter, but my picture worth it
And if you can't see it then you don't deserve it (nah)

You can be a distant lover (lover)
Talkin mad spit cause they can't touch ya (can't touch you)
But think about this, Is it really them that you mad at
Or, is it really you
Let me raise my fist, take a piss

Through these lens I can see your heart
Do you stop and think, what's tearin' us apart
Both sides agree that we're playin our parts
I totally agree because we playin us all

Through these lens I can see your heart
Do you stop and think, what's tearin' us apart
Both sides agree that we're playin our parts
I totally agree because we playin us all

(Oh my Lord!)