You Wouldn't Get It

Trying to feel a feeling that'll last
Lot of shit that happened in the past
Had to learn to grow up too fast
Lot of shit I should have never passed up
Trying to feel a feeling that'll last
Lot of shit that happened in the past
Had to learn to grow up too fast

And I'll tell you that I'm too dark hearted
Not even from the narcotics
Lot of times I had to tell myself, "What you gon do about it?"
If you bout it then you bout it no need to go catch a body
I've been fighting for respect my whole life cuz I'm about it

I just want my respect earned and given credit
Just wanna make a decision without instant regretting
Wanna make a couple albums without a regression
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It

But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It

You wouldn't get it, you couldn't get it, you wouldn't get it
Came from where gated communities were just pickett fences
Constant regression and never ending depression
You fucking with these impressions
It took a minute to get them all
You wouldn't get it, you couldn't get it, you wouldn't get it
Came from where gated communities were just pickett fences
Constant regression and never ending depression
You fucking with these impressions
It took a minute to get them all

Running through my past I stay running straight through my feelings, yeah
Memories with people I left on my path to healing, yeah
So much I concealed that it hurts me when cracks reveal it, yeah
All I can look back at are shadows that need revealing, yeah
In my flooded house, whereabouts, like I'm fucking dead
I just talk a lot to get shit out of my fucking head
Maturing with the music, fuck what they say, I'm just doing me
I don't need these people, I use mp3's as therapy
2:22 in Winter Garden as I'm writing this
Listen to recordings of our moments, tryna write in bliss
These people tryna tell me it's not worth it, swear just go to sleep
Forgive me for not wanting the same moments playing on repeat
So many broken friendships, I just wish I didn't burn them bridges
If only in the moment I just took the time to fucking listen
Now I only see what could've been through all these fucking visions
Ghosts that didn't mean to haunt me come to me as poor decisions

But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It
But that's just shit that I would know only, You Wouldn't Get It

You wouldn't get it, you couldn't get it, you wouldn't get it
Came from where gated communities were just pickett fences
Constant regression and never ending depression
You fucking with these impressions
It took a minute to get them all
You wouldn't get it, you couldn't get it, you wouldn't get it
Came from where gated communities were just pickett fences
Constant regression and never ending depression
You fucking with these impressions
It took a minute to get them all