What Am I Doing

Ayy, damn she mad at me again Baby girl, what are we doing
Damn she mad at me again Baby girl, what are we doing
Going through motions of tryna get you to just talk
I wanna speak you fluent I hate drugs, but that's relationships

Just saying, don't push me Pulling old tricks out the book
Boy, you a rook, I turn the wok to a slushie I prefer loyalty over the lust
Like walking through dust, that shit be disgusting These niggas the law, they dick riding balls
But all of my dogs to the money, just mushin Strictly business, what I talk

40 limp, that's how I walk opps get served, white chalk
Fakey fiends copping fake drop clear my mind wit late night walks
Trust none but frosty, mal and baby girl Not the same for her
I fucked it up, my stomach in a swirl You gon' have the universe

I'm just proud to have you in my world
Christmas time, I'm mixing green and red Look like purple
Pop a perky, do not pop em Got the name from trapping perc pills
I hurt your heart, you cheat on me I feel I don't deserve you

I won't kill myself or tweak Just take some addys till I'm so still
You can say there's nothing on your mind But I can see it
I had through my heart or whatever Put it back in youre the reason
Blame it on your past and shit you been through But I feel you've been deceitful
Ain from this earth, the universe Show me the end and I'm just bleeding
I love this earth, the universe Show me the end and I'm just bleeding



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Writer(s): G’ani Roberts
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