Rude
We talk about this, we talk about that
We talk about things I should've said
We talk about debt, we talk about life
You talk about me, I talk about racks
I talk about plans, I talk about things I shouldn't have said
I need to lift the left side of my head
And I'm still trying to make sense of everything that they said
And the worst part about it (worst part)
Is that it's starting to click (click)
When we get older, the pressure get greater
I'm not gonna do it right now if it's something that I could do later
And that's my problem, stuck at the bottom
I work so hard but don't feel any greater
I like to talk about life, but life do not like the way I portray her
And that's my problem, I tried to warn them
Why you gotta be so- (I'ma tell a lie right now, like)
Shoot at anybody I look at and see
I just bought a cruise, now I'm overseas, yeah
That boy still my son, pay respect to me
Don't need no tutorial, I do it with ease
I don't need a eighth, bitch I need the tree
I-I-I just sparked it up, so it's hard to breathe
If they did you bad, don't get mad at me
Heard he went out sad, 'cause his pockets e-
And I lie until it comes true
And maybe that's the reason I'm not mad at you
I try every time, but it's (I try) always the same
If I did it right then, I'd still end up picking up the blame
Had to cut him off, because he did some shit that I don't claim
Now they tryna turn around and tell me that I'm fucking fake
Tried to get help, but then they said that I should meditate
That bullshit doesn't work for me, what works is getting paid
Hop up off the bed, I pop-pop, fuck the breakfast, I want rocks
Bitch, if I get paid, I'll cop, I'm friends with felons, can't get caught
Bet you never heard of me, I walk in and start a scene
Act, bitch, we sipping pink, packed, but we still jumped in
And I tried, I tried, I tried
I'm not good with wasting time
Most good things come in disguise
But fuck it, I'll say it, fine
And we talk about this, we talk about that
We talk about things I should've said
We talk about death, we talk about life
Late nights when we fight, can't run, but I might, can't run all the time
Put it straight to the side, I tried, I tried
(I tried, I tried)
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
(Tried, I tried, I tried)
We talk about things I should've said
We talk about debt, we talk about life
You talk about me, I talk about racks
I talk about plans, I talk about things I shouldn't have said
I need to lift the left side of my head
And I'm still trying to make sense of everything that they said
And the worst part about it (worst part)
Is that it's starting to click (click)
When we get older, the pressure get greater
I'm not gonna do it right now if it's something that I could do later
And that's my problem, stuck at the bottom
I work so hard but don't feel any greater
I like to talk about life, but life do not like the way I portray her
And that's my problem, I tried to warn them
Why you gotta be so- (I'ma tell a lie right now, like)
Shoot at anybody I look at and see
I just bought a cruise, now I'm overseas, yeah
That boy still my son, pay respect to me
Don't need no tutorial, I do it with ease
I don't need a eighth, bitch I need the tree
I-I-I just sparked it up, so it's hard to breathe
If they did you bad, don't get mad at me
Heard he went out sad, 'cause his pockets e-
And I lie until it comes true
And maybe that's the reason I'm not mad at you
I try every time, but it's (I try) always the same
If I did it right then, I'd still end up picking up the blame
Had to cut him off, because he did some shit that I don't claim
Now they tryna turn around and tell me that I'm fucking fake
Tried to get help, but then they said that I should meditate
That bullshit doesn't work for me, what works is getting paid
Hop up off the bed, I pop-pop, fuck the breakfast, I want rocks
Bitch, if I get paid, I'll cop, I'm friends with felons, can't get caught
Bet you never heard of me, I walk in and start a scene
Act, bitch, we sipping pink, packed, but we still jumped in
And I tried, I tried, I tried
I'm not good with wasting time
Most good things come in disguise
But fuck it, I'll say it, fine
And we talk about this, we talk about that
We talk about things I should've said
We talk about death, we talk about life
Late nights when we fight, can't run, but I might, can't run all the time
Put it straight to the side, I tried, I tried
(I tried, I tried)
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
(I tried, I tried, I tried)
(Tried, I tried, I tried)
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Writer(s): Olivia Day, Twikipedia
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