Lost Myself
Last year, it's clear that I lost myself
Nobody ain't listen when I asked for help
They don't even know all the feeling I felt
Had to cope on my own, had to do it myself
Nigga, I feel so wrong
Don't even feel like myself
Ain't got no feelings, It's been so long
Got it sitting on the top shelf
That shit got left, like damn, uh, yeah
Got stabbed 3 times in the back
Can't believe that it happened like that
But it motivated me to get the bag
So I can't even really get mad
But the shit still makes me sad
Fuck that shit, tryna get in my bag
They gonna miss what they coulda been had
All I'm gonna hear from them is, "My bad"
But it's gon' be too late 'cause we poppin' them tags
Yeah
I got racks, spend it then I make back
Never lack, niggas just be talking cap
This not that, niggas broke, my pockets fat
Niggas don't be real, 'cause they really just be acting
Niggas don't like music, they just do it for the fashion
I know I'ma make it, 'cause I do it for the passion
I been manifesting, so I know it's gonna happen
I ain't never really fit in
I'm way too different, I don't smoke no dope, uh, huh-uh
I don't really have no friends
'Cause they take these drugs, they don't know how to cope, oh yuh
Maybe this is the end
I feel so lonely, yeah, got me feeling like, woah
Yeah, like woah, yeah
That's why I can't cuff no hoe
C2 Wavy, yeah, I'm way too innovative
It don't feel real like I'm in the matrix
I been working hard so I'm gonna make it
That explains why all these niggas hatin'
They can't get a bag 'cause they being lazy
I can't even lie, my future's looking hazy
At least I can say that I don't have a baby
Man people's mindset have 'em looking crazy
Last year, it's clear that I lost myself
Nobody ain't listen when I asked for help
They don't even know all the feeling I felt
Had to cope on my own, had to do it myself
Nigga, I feel so wrong
Don't even feel like myself
Ain't got no feelings, It's been so long
Got it sitting on the top shelf
That shit got left, like damn, uh, yeah
Got stabbed 3 times in the back
Can't believe that it happened like that
But it motivated me to get the bag
So I can't even really get mad
But the shit still makes me sad
Fuck that shit, tryna get in my bag
They gonna miss what they coulda been had
All I'm gonna hear from them is, "My bad"
But it's gon' be too late 'cause we poppin' them tags
Yeah
Nobody ain't listen when I asked for help
They don't even know all the feeling I felt
Had to cope on my own, had to do it myself
Nigga, I feel so wrong
Don't even feel like myself
Ain't got no feelings, It's been so long
Got it sitting on the top shelf
That shit got left, like damn, uh, yeah
Got stabbed 3 times in the back
Can't believe that it happened like that
But it motivated me to get the bag
So I can't even really get mad
But the shit still makes me sad
Fuck that shit, tryna get in my bag
They gonna miss what they coulda been had
All I'm gonna hear from them is, "My bad"
But it's gon' be too late 'cause we poppin' them tags
Yeah
I got racks, spend it then I make back
Never lack, niggas just be talking cap
This not that, niggas broke, my pockets fat
Niggas don't be real, 'cause they really just be acting
Niggas don't like music, they just do it for the fashion
I know I'ma make it, 'cause I do it for the passion
I been manifesting, so I know it's gonna happen
I ain't never really fit in
I'm way too different, I don't smoke no dope, uh, huh-uh
I don't really have no friends
'Cause they take these drugs, they don't know how to cope, oh yuh
Maybe this is the end
I feel so lonely, yeah, got me feeling like, woah
Yeah, like woah, yeah
That's why I can't cuff no hoe
C2 Wavy, yeah, I'm way too innovative
It don't feel real like I'm in the matrix
I been working hard so I'm gonna make it
That explains why all these niggas hatin'
They can't get a bag 'cause they being lazy
I can't even lie, my future's looking hazy
At least I can say that I don't have a baby
Man people's mindset have 'em looking crazy
Last year, it's clear that I lost myself
Nobody ain't listen when I asked for help
They don't even know all the feeling I felt
Had to cope on my own, had to do it myself
Nigga, I feel so wrong
Don't even feel like myself
Ain't got no feelings, It's been so long
Got it sitting on the top shelf
That shit got left, like damn, uh, yeah
Got stabbed 3 times in the back
Can't believe that it happened like that
But it motivated me to get the bag
So I can't even really get mad
But the shit still makes me sad
Fuck that shit, tryna get in my bag
They gonna miss what they coulda been had
All I'm gonna hear from them is, "My bad"
But it's gon' be too late 'cause we poppin' them tags
Yeah
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Writer(s): Christopher Butler
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