Salt (Remix)

Lately I notice people move different
Talking all that talk and I ain't want to listen
Heard it all before I guess I'm hard headed
Hand out a gift, but I'm present
Sort through my hard drive then wreck it
Record it and add to my archive collection
Hardly releasing shit writing and writing
Pull up my notes I got pages on pages a writing assignment
I turn it in when it get to my liking
Pawn in the game, but not a coupon yet
Change up my thinking like a reset
Got a couple goals I'm working on, but I ain't reach yet
Imma buy a house no lease
I gotta see the Mona Lis-A
Oh yeah we cool look, but not mon ami
Drop a few gems I ain't talking jewelry
I should write up in the gym how I'm squeezing muscles
I can get a bitch together like a fucking puzzle
Ain't missing no pieces so you get the full picture
Wont crop it no editing live in your truth be a resident
Expectation never seem to be measuring up
Make these adjustments and let that shit go
Giving out something but I'll let you know
You acting funny I'll give you some notes
Looking both ways then I ghost
Burning a candle I burn up some letters
Changing my process and add to my schedule
Car full of stems but ain't missing the petal
Hardly distracted I know I can't settle
Clouds in my dreams grow my seeds
Haters are not the people you think

You don't have no love for me I already know
Scrub myself with salt I don't want you on my soul
Baby imma let you go
You don't have no love for me I already know

Always holding on to something gotta let it go
I be thinking word is when its fucking set in stone
Keep it simple like some cheese on my vegetables
We really living like we are the huxtables
Tee and me pulled right up to the motherload
Keep my fist up in the air that's what I'm focused on
Walking turn to marching when you got a couple people that you standing for
I'm always walking what I talk
Never said that I was perfect
I'm working on a bigger better version
you playing petty I can be the bigger person
I dig deep but imma keep it surace with you
You don't want to talk about trust till its broke
Gotta start over not just a remold
A second chance is like a lottery ticket
You won't know till I'm calling your number I hope you don't miss it
Wishing I wasn't so quick to jump
Wishing my poker face was exquisite
Thankful I ain't even have to front
It's a lot I can't change c'est la vie
I'm trying to forgive and let go and be free
Funny how we haven't talked in a minute
I was reaching even over extending
Can't give up more attention
I wake up and put in that work
I'm plotting on my next position
Until I got a money purse



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Writer(s): Nayla Hull
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