situations/in the rain

Full of emotion but I'd rather become heartless
Head is cloudy rain and thunder over me I confess
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh
Appreciate it if you pray for me I'll do the rest
They say these situations fuckin wit ya life just be a test
Mmahhhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh

I got these skeletons in my closet I'd rather keep em
Folks is getting pissed at me cuz I'd rather keep all my secrets
Out of commission with convos about these doctors
Handing me ibuprofen or some type of meds to fix these problems
Heading home from school and I see in the distance
Another troubled friend who smile but inside something missing
Conversing bout her past life tensions get high as I listened
She was victimized by some nigga That stole her will an left herself defenseless
A couple niggas to talk to but not enough to stop these moments
Pushed away by those she thought was her in corner but
I had to go an I hugged her tight fore I left
Kianna anything u need I got you only thing in the way is...

Full of emotion but I'd rather become heartless
Head is cloudy rain and thunder over me I confess
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh
Appreciate it if you pray for me I'll do the rest
They say these situations fuckin wit ya life just be a test
Mmahhh,mmahhh,mmahhh,mmahhh

Welcome to heartbreak where niggas is bound to lose they minds
Take a seat and process abandonment over suicide
Low self esteem and pipe dreams, mixed wit some family ties
Tryna break you down take everything plus the youth inside
Relationships is failing due to my constant isolation
Conversations back and forth wit my mans about how my days is
His patience out the window don't got time to figure this out
Our situation presently on the rocks it's been goin south
He said I changed and I agree we both can see the difference
Might head our separate ways but still I love em so just listen
Jahmane you my brother for life so know that this my mission
If this gun don't bust just know I'm always around when family isn't

Full of emotion but I'd rather become heartless
Head is cloudy rain and thunder over me I confess
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh
Appreciate it if you pray for me I'll do the rest
They say these situations fuckin wit ya life just be a test
Mmahhhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh

Situations, fuckin situations
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh
These situations, fuckin situations
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh
Situations, fuckin situations
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh
These situations, fuckin situations
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh

Handwriting on the wall fate been drawing symbols I can see em'
Pictures of my father stressing not completely out of reason
Held me close showed affection Type of love no strings attached
All he ask I keep working for the good life fore' I rest
Me and the lord we got some beef only words I got are fuck you
Prayed for changed wit added effort
Now you expect me to trust you
All I know is ain't shit change ain't no rest for the wicked so
The hustle never stops
For a kid named Matthew even though
I treated niggas like they pests Unaware of how they feel when
I pushed em' away as I would fuck my wrist up in the evening
Eating breakfast in the morning
I stopped doing plus no sleeping
Showers, homework that's a no no Still I breathe but I ain't cheesing
Lost my ex the only person
Who gave me some type of peace of mind
Sometimes I hate myself
How could you fuck up she believed in you
But I guess that's just my head she won't abandon me
She got me when I'm low
I thank you May for all you've done fa me

Through situations, fuckin situations
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh mmahhh
These situations, fuckin situations
Mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh, mmahhh
Yeah, Yeah



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Writer(s): Matthew Taylor, David Calvin Byard
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