What Do I DO

What do I do, where do I go
When is the time, to hit the road
Say that I'm fine, but they really don't know
Sometimes I question, the path that I chose

Not to get to into it, but in the back of my whip
Lies a bunch of her shit, It was making me sick
Had to get rid of it, move on in this life
But I cant throw away, what she gave me inside

Feelings arise, when the glass filled up high
Looking for signs man they say that love blind
Really ain't true because if you look back in time
You can see it all, it was just in disguise

We tell ourselves lies just to get through the bind
Think you got it beat with that plan y'all devise
Can push it away even with how hard you try
Only when nothing is left can you finally feel right

Who do you turn to, when the who is the same one that hurt you
When your boo was the same one that ghost you
She curse you and tell you its hurtful
Arguments go in circles

My heart must be cold, always end up alone
All these people on my phone, never sensing my tone
They were here now they gone, if you feel sing along
Only a matter of time for I'm gone so

What do I do, where do I go
When is the time, to hit the road
Say that I'm fine, but they really don't know
Sometimes I question, the path that I chose

What do I do, where do I go
When is the time, to hit the road
Say that I'm fine, but they really don't know
Sometimes I question, the path that I chose[

Did you get what you want out of me
I got more from you, than you'd ever believe
I know I cant buy my way into being happy
But hopefully I can put it on a lease

I just need to find a peace that's gonna keep me out my memory
Need to find a beat that's gone keep me from your melody
Need to find a key that's gone lock me into secrecy
Need to just breathe and come to terms with my solitary

Sometimes it just get too scary, face to face with Mother Mary
Feeling like nobody hear me, maybe I'm not speaking clearly
Wonder why I'm never cheery, mask off ain't no Jim Carey
Brainstorm is drab and dreary, lack of sleep has got me weary

Got me thinkin bout, all these shortcomings
How trying you best ends up worth nothing
Luckily with this stress, I get to learn from it
So when I find my next, she gone get to meet her husband



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Williamson
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