show you i care

You want me to show you that I care
And when I do it's not enough
And we both know that life ain't fair
But that don't mean that I'm gon' give up
I think I think too much
No
I feel myself start to self-destruct again
That's alright
That's alright
That's alright

Only work two days a week and I'm on wrist
All this ice on my neck, man I'd rather buy a crib
Private chef just came through, had to make room in the fridge
Too many leftovers, gon' blame that on my kids, uh
We might have some kids
Pussy vice grips, yeah
She got nice lips, ooh
Wanna touch her skin uh
She might get me lit
Patch pussy, I licked it
Had to leave her alone 'cause she couldn't kick it

Don't fit the description but I love her from a distance
I can't pay her attention 'cause it got way too expensive
Use my wit and then I get it,
You and me is just a crime that I committed
I was tweakin' almost pulled a stick out on the UPS man
Someone on the camera, don't recognize em, man I'm stressin'
I know that time's just a man made invention
Just working on my betterment, I don't have any regrets
I just know that I'm not settling
You ain't my friend, but you jealous and always making comparisons
I'm just tryna think good thoughts and put it out there and then manifest
I'm addicted to gambling
Imma give you one more chance just to show me who you are again, because
All I ever did was keep it real with you
It is not my job to have to deal with you
Don't think because I'm far away that I don't think about you
And I know you been through some shit and I feel for you

Yeah I feel for you, yeah I feel for you
I don't think you know how much I feel for you
Yeah I really do
I feel for you
Yeah, I feel for you
I feel for you

Only work two days a week and I'm on wrist
All this ice on my neck, man I'd rather buy a crib
Private chef just came through, had to make room in the fridge
Too many leftovers, gon' blame that on my kids



Credits
Writer(s): Robert John Richardson, Josh David Goldenberg
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