Trouble Child.
Yeah
Aye Made Smoove
Yeah
The time is right, you hold me tight, and love's got me high
Yeah, what the fuck I gotta do, what the fuck I gotta say
Born as a troubled child, hated when I couldn't get my way
Lookin' back, life really wasn't whack, age nothin' but a number
Couldn't take offense to that, on my back, on my shoulders
Nigga gettin' older, bright as the sun, as the world gettin' colder
Playin' all them games, but the nigga can't control her
A step at a time Made Smoove taking over
Treat me like a lane, ain't nobody gettin' over
A.I. number three, drop em' off, steppin' over
Since I was a jit, I been fightin' like a soldier
Put it in they face, television, I'ma show ya
Thinkin' I was closer, really was some miles away
Face on the posters, I'm kinda like DeAndre
Bitin' from my flow, they be takin' from the entree
Them the type of niggas that be bringin' up your worst days
Yeah
Yeah, check it
Mad at the world, I ain't really have a reason
Till I started peepin' game, put the picture with the frame
Still the same nigga, never ever get it twisted
Learn from mistakes, now my haters really dissin
Shit crazy out here, man, no cap, yeah
Yeah
The time is right, you hold me tight, and love's got me high
Yeah, okay
It'll never be the same, talkin' like I'm Drizzy
Livin' with the pain, leave you stressed, leave you dizzy
Feelin' hella weak, am I doin' somethin' wrong
I don't really like the vent, so I make it to a song
People come and go, never ever let it phase you
Treat it as a lesson, never let nobody change you
Put it up to God, he's the only way to save you
Listen to your words, he will never misbetray you
Sippin' on the blues, tryna tighten up the screws
Ready for the fame, I'm just waitin' for the breakthrough
I'ma be a long shot, better hold the follow through
Paper in my view, I can't let you see the preview
Stickin' with me is regrets in my past life
Keepin' people close, even when it didn't seem right
You learn and you live, gotta keep it positive
Fucks that a nigga couldn't give, yeah
The time is right, you hold me tight, and love's got me high (Yeah)
Aye Made Smoove
Yeah
The time is right, you hold me tight, and love's got me high
Yeah, what the fuck I gotta do, what the fuck I gotta say
Born as a troubled child, hated when I couldn't get my way
Lookin' back, life really wasn't whack, age nothin' but a number
Couldn't take offense to that, on my back, on my shoulders
Nigga gettin' older, bright as the sun, as the world gettin' colder
Playin' all them games, but the nigga can't control her
A step at a time Made Smoove taking over
Treat me like a lane, ain't nobody gettin' over
A.I. number three, drop em' off, steppin' over
Since I was a jit, I been fightin' like a soldier
Put it in they face, television, I'ma show ya
Thinkin' I was closer, really was some miles away
Face on the posters, I'm kinda like DeAndre
Bitin' from my flow, they be takin' from the entree
Them the type of niggas that be bringin' up your worst days
Yeah
Yeah, check it
Mad at the world, I ain't really have a reason
Till I started peepin' game, put the picture with the frame
Still the same nigga, never ever get it twisted
Learn from mistakes, now my haters really dissin
Shit crazy out here, man, no cap, yeah
Yeah
The time is right, you hold me tight, and love's got me high
Yeah, okay
It'll never be the same, talkin' like I'm Drizzy
Livin' with the pain, leave you stressed, leave you dizzy
Feelin' hella weak, am I doin' somethin' wrong
I don't really like the vent, so I make it to a song
People come and go, never ever let it phase you
Treat it as a lesson, never let nobody change you
Put it up to God, he's the only way to save you
Listen to your words, he will never misbetray you
Sippin' on the blues, tryna tighten up the screws
Ready for the fame, I'm just waitin' for the breakthrough
I'ma be a long shot, better hold the follow through
Paper in my view, I can't let you see the preview
Stickin' with me is regrets in my past life
Keepin' people close, even when it didn't seem right
You learn and you live, gotta keep it positive
Fucks that a nigga couldn't give, yeah
The time is right, you hold me tight, and love's got me high (Yeah)
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Writer(s): Joshua Smith
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