PUSH
Throw it in my face like I don't know you
Splitting everybody that I sailed through
No one ever sees it from my point of view
Don't you ever feel like you feel nothing
Pulling all the tricks that I got tucked in
I'm making room to feel a little something
I'm fucking even though I know I shouldn't
Regret it when i'm on the way home tonight
Everyone has had a lot to say tonight
I don't really care as long i'm alright
No amount of hate could ever take my life
I hope so
Breathing different when I'm all alone at night
Seeing different colors and the shapes our nice
Everyone here was a no show
Every seat is empty in the front row
Front row topics
You don't want to be part of my options
They telling you that i'ma little problem
It's okay, It's not your job to solve 'em
I don't really care you got a problem
You running through my head, yeah I want some
You just got some traits that could spoil my night
You made a bad mistake for the rest of my life
(But I want you)
Man the times were rough back in Harlem
I was at a stand still felt like a ransom
Then you told me on the phone everything will be okay (Fuck you)
Burned a lot of bridges, made decisions that can better me in every which way
Take it to the one and two and three and the four (no sir)
You got an attitude, you're knocking at my door man
I'ma count to five, after that you gotta go man
Waste away waste away (nah)
Waste away waste away (nah)
Waste away waste away
You don't gotta judge me
I said you don't gotta judge me
Splitting everybody that I sailed through
No one ever sees it from my point of view
Don't you ever feel like you feel nothing
Pulling all the tricks that I got tucked in
I'm making room to feel a little something
I'm fucking even though I know I shouldn't
Regret it when i'm on the way home tonight
Everyone has had a lot to say tonight
I don't really care as long i'm alright
No amount of hate could ever take my life
I hope so
Breathing different when I'm all alone at night
Seeing different colors and the shapes our nice
Everyone here was a no show
Every seat is empty in the front row
Front row topics
You don't want to be part of my options
They telling you that i'ma little problem
It's okay, It's not your job to solve 'em
I don't really care you got a problem
You running through my head, yeah I want some
You just got some traits that could spoil my night
You made a bad mistake for the rest of my life
(But I want you)
Man the times were rough back in Harlem
I was at a stand still felt like a ransom
Then you told me on the phone everything will be okay (Fuck you)
Burned a lot of bridges, made decisions that can better me in every which way
Take it to the one and two and three and the four (no sir)
You got an attitude, you're knocking at my door man
I'ma count to five, after that you gotta go man
Waste away waste away (nah)
Waste away waste away (nah)
Waste away waste away
You don't gotta judge me
I said you don't gotta judge me
Credits
Writer(s): Boris Hernandez
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