no pen and pad
I look into my reflection and wish I could change some shit
Talking to this bitch got me picking my brain and shit
I'm not really the same person but do you notice it
She ain't listening to the song I sent
So I'm side stepping to it
Nigga why you scared go head and put ya back into it
They telling me to focus but I'm thinking bout my music
A lot of niggas listen to this shit just for a great a time
But I really do this shit just to find a piece of my mind
If you listen closely you can hear the pain in my rhymes
In my rhymes
Hear the pain in my rhymes
Hear the pain in my rhymes
In my
No matter how I look at it, it don't make sense in my eyes
Shit is cutting off swear to god I need a spotlight
Bitches tryna fix me
I don't need a bitch please
What you saying don't make sense to me
I don't need no therapy
If I were to cut it off do it in different portions
I'm feeling kind of lost
So I'm second checking coordinates
If I feel I ain't I ain't enough then I rock out with a Dupli-Kate
I don't really trust you niggas
So I keep you at an arms length
It's like a black void cause a nigga feel alone
Too many times where I don't pick up the phone
I wish I could go back in time to when I was fucking six
Where I ain't have to sit here and rhyme about this shit
To getaway
It's therapeutic but this shit is getting to my brain
If you want to you can catch me sipping lemonade
My grandma made
Just to take the fucking pain away
If you don't know the name bitch it's HypeR-fucking-K
Talking to this bitch got me picking my brain and shit
I'm not really the same person but do you notice it
She ain't listening to the song I sent
So I'm side stepping to it
Nigga why you scared go head and put ya back into it
They telling me to focus but I'm thinking bout my music
A lot of niggas listen to this shit just for a great a time
But I really do this shit just to find a piece of my mind
If you listen closely you can hear the pain in my rhymes
In my rhymes
Hear the pain in my rhymes
Hear the pain in my rhymes
In my
No matter how I look at it, it don't make sense in my eyes
Shit is cutting off swear to god I need a spotlight
Bitches tryna fix me
I don't need a bitch please
What you saying don't make sense to me
I don't need no therapy
If I were to cut it off do it in different portions
I'm feeling kind of lost
So I'm second checking coordinates
If I feel I ain't I ain't enough then I rock out with a Dupli-Kate
I don't really trust you niggas
So I keep you at an arms length
It's like a black void cause a nigga feel alone
Too many times where I don't pick up the phone
I wish I could go back in time to when I was fucking six
Where I ain't have to sit here and rhyme about this shit
To getaway
It's therapeutic but this shit is getting to my brain
If you want to you can catch me sipping lemonade
My grandma made
Just to take the fucking pain away
If you don't know the name bitch it's HypeR-fucking-K
Credits
Writer(s): Kahlil Franks
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