Aint Having It
I aint having it
Just a habit its
Like were marinaded in our own mistakes
In our own alleged breaks
Babe Im out of them
Places to repent
Ways I can remember, its hard to find my bliss and I aint proud of it
My mind just went a litlle freaky about you
Crown the king of unrelated frowns
Sham I thought if revealed Id be better without you
Got the queen of brittle serenading sounds
I aint sentimental
But I got a sentient mental
So I feel everything right down to my depth
It may take me a little while
To get on you better side
Leaving you plenty of time to regret
I aint havin it
Just a habit its
Like were marinaded in our own mistakes
In our own alleged breaks
Babe Im out of them
Places to repent
Ways I can remember its hard to find my bliss and I aint proud of it
Blinds closed shut never really open
Try to start my day it don't feel the same
Try to find my luck always keep me hoping
If I told you to stay we'd probably be still
Now we both like strangers
Shit will never be the same
Shits fucking lame
I mean Im the first nigga you done came for
It was not a game
Mistakes that we done paid for
Boo I quite afraid
I think I gambled on more than I had saved
I aint havin it
Just a habit its
Like were marinaded in our own mistakes
In our own alleged breaks
Babe Im out of them
Places to repent
Ways I can remember its hard to find my bliss and I aint proud of it
Just a habit its
Like were marinaded in our own mistakes
In our own alleged breaks
Babe Im out of them
Places to repent
Ways I can remember, its hard to find my bliss and I aint proud of it
My mind just went a litlle freaky about you
Crown the king of unrelated frowns
Sham I thought if revealed Id be better without you
Got the queen of brittle serenading sounds
I aint sentimental
But I got a sentient mental
So I feel everything right down to my depth
It may take me a little while
To get on you better side
Leaving you plenty of time to regret
I aint havin it
Just a habit its
Like were marinaded in our own mistakes
In our own alleged breaks
Babe Im out of them
Places to repent
Ways I can remember its hard to find my bliss and I aint proud of it
Blinds closed shut never really open
Try to start my day it don't feel the same
Try to find my luck always keep me hoping
If I told you to stay we'd probably be still
Now we both like strangers
Shit will never be the same
Shits fucking lame
I mean Im the first nigga you done came for
It was not a game
Mistakes that we done paid for
Boo I quite afraid
I think I gambled on more than I had saved
I aint havin it
Just a habit its
Like were marinaded in our own mistakes
In our own alleged breaks
Babe Im out of them
Places to repent
Ways I can remember its hard to find my bliss and I aint proud of it
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