Pretty

So who the fuck up in your phone for
Sleepless half the night I'm just looking up on this photo
I don't think you get it, but I hope you would
This ain't how my mama raised me I just know I should
And we ain't talk about nothing, why we talk about nothing?
Man I'm just sick of all the silence can't we argue or something?
Told me that I'm the meanest, I turn your thinkin to switch
Of course I never bring my homies they all think you're a -
To stay together it better I think it's better we don't
I feel like ashin out this blunt on every letter you wrote
Talkin bout some other nigga treats you better it's seeming
I take the keys up out my jacket if it's scrapped then I'm leaving
You lack rest I'm takin that black Lex
I said and if it's red up on the bottom it's that next
I know that they all said when I get older better watch what I do
I see the room can turn to blue when every lie turn to truth

I swear your attitude beautiful, it's suitable
Whenever you're wrong it's back to your usual
The way you pull your hair - you tell me leave it's like a dare
Man I should round up all this shit and leave you crying on the stairs
And I wish I could, you know that I never would
Your mama taught you when you find a nigga you get em good it's like that
Saran Wrap around everything don't you fight back
So we can see how vicious the circle, another strike matched
The letterman your words feel like there's venom in
These niggas only see your dirty laundry if you let 'em in
You representin, all that shit you complaining about
I played my card for everything you been layin about
We play the game it seems no matter the level remain the same
I let it fade cuz every key that you got unlock to my name
I know they said when I get older better watch what I do
I see the room can turn to blue when every lie turns to truth



Credits
Writer(s): Oba Oseghali
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