Letters Freestyle
I got
I got all this shit (I've been on my own)
I got
I got all this shit (I've been on my own)
On my own, on My own (I got all this shit)
I be on my own
(Yeah) I be on my own
Cause you don't call no more
Crazy how I don't know the plan
Spending time writing these letters tryna get off the gram
Even though I call you my friend, you cannot understand
Late nights conversating tryna find a purpose uh
I've seen worse before, you ain't no angel uh
Running back to my homies
Tell them how you play the man
Treating me just like a fan
Knowing I was better than, all your other exes I deserve way better
Te- te- testing
Shit... shit... okay
Spill my heart in pages, couldn't tell these females how I feel
Typing out your paragraphs I wonder how this shit is real
I had my half taken away
Feeling the pain I
Feel like I'm drowning these walls are slowly closing in
I treat you bad from the start, intentions clear as shit
Caught these feels along the way
Tryna be the guy and it just wasn't me
So tell me
Why do you claim that you love me, I do not understand
I always end up on my own
I'm even tryna take a stand
Won't be your Stan
Late nights working on myself
I couldn't be your man
Tell me is that shit even worth it
Nah, nah (focus on you king)
Tell me how you popping, if you want it, I can give you baby
Tell me all your problems then oh
I'll just be the better man, oh
Tell them if I caught a fan, oh
I was wasting time before, yeah
Tell them how you living now, oh
I got all this shit (I've been on my own)
I got
I got all this shit (I've been on my own)
On my own, on My own (I got all this shit)
I be on my own
(Yeah) I be on my own
Cause you don't call no more
Crazy how I don't know the plan
Spending time writing these letters tryna get off the gram
Even though I call you my friend, you cannot understand
Late nights conversating tryna find a purpose uh
I've seen worse before, you ain't no angel uh
Running back to my homies
Tell them how you play the man
Treating me just like a fan
Knowing I was better than, all your other exes I deserve way better
Te- te- testing
Shit... shit... okay
Spill my heart in pages, couldn't tell these females how I feel
Typing out your paragraphs I wonder how this shit is real
I had my half taken away
Feeling the pain I
Feel like I'm drowning these walls are slowly closing in
I treat you bad from the start, intentions clear as shit
Caught these feels along the way
Tryna be the guy and it just wasn't me
So tell me
Why do you claim that you love me, I do not understand
I always end up on my own
I'm even tryna take a stand
Won't be your Stan
Late nights working on myself
I couldn't be your man
Tell me is that shit even worth it
Nah, nah (focus on you king)
Tell me how you popping, if you want it, I can give you baby
Tell me all your problems then oh
I'll just be the better man, oh
Tell them if I caught a fan, oh
I was wasting time before, yeah
Tell them how you living now, oh
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