Forward (feat. Che AM)

I get distracted too easily
There's a blood stain in my bed
But you help me forget about it all

I wrote this shit drunk I feel like Hemingway
Mourning the ignorance of my better days
And people said they had my fucking back
But when shit hit the fan went to stab me in it anyway
There's diarrhea on my designer fit still look fire
I don't sleep I simply switch my attire
High as Mariah
Had to learn to think outside of the diorama
Fuck all the fucking drama
Or all that I need my mama I'll be ok
I don't take much stock in what the people say (I don't)
You get no return and that's a bad investment
I took a test to see if I was ADD
They tried to take my weed from me
I'm fine that's just a bad assessment
Pop a xan before I pop the question
That's rhetorical as my expressions
I will never be nobody's preference
She gone always see me as a best friend
Maybe that just means she's not the one



Credits
Writer(s): Che Moorhead
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