Intro
You're not here, play my song, you're not here, play my song, you're not here, play my song
I'm hoping the world feels me, don't care if they wanna bash me, All I know at the end of the day was Fargo gonna cash me, You lucky I'm Christian cause your girl wanna smash me
This past year the whole world loved and attacked me,
Different angles of love, The affectionate lover just like my mother, My father is more push and shove, Both kinds still love
And I felt this from everyone around me, But really that's all what was, This is only because I have dropped lots of people, Trying to set themselves above when all around are equal
Trying to make it seem like they got love for me, When right behind my back is lying about Brown the sequel,
Lying behind my back, I lost love for the game
I couldn't tell what's constructive or what in the world is hate,
I'm arguing with my father of times we communicate, bout audience of my music and where is my minds state
I gotta stop thinking about the lesser ones rates,
I gotta stop caring about what everyone think,
Why I deleted the songs
Because those songs weren't me
But fake representations all of who I was, From now on no faking that's on my mom, And if you play about that then it's pull up on you dot com
I ain't pulling up on no one, I better stop rhyming now, The lies gonna come back and haunt me man, Please end the song
I'm hoping the world feels me, don't care if they wanna bash me, All I know at the end of the day was Fargo gonna cash me, You lucky I'm Christian cause your girl wanna smash me
This past year the whole world loved and attacked me,
Different angles of love, The affectionate lover just like my mother, My father is more push and shove, Both kinds still love
And I felt this from everyone around me, But really that's all what was, This is only because I have dropped lots of people, Trying to set themselves above when all around are equal
Trying to make it seem like they got love for me, When right behind my back is lying about Brown the sequel,
Lying behind my back, I lost love for the game
I couldn't tell what's constructive or what in the world is hate,
I'm arguing with my father of times we communicate, bout audience of my music and where is my minds state
I gotta stop thinking about the lesser ones rates,
I gotta stop caring about what everyone think,
Why I deleted the songs
Because those songs weren't me
But fake representations all of who I was, From now on no faking that's on my mom, And if you play about that then it's pull up on you dot com
I ain't pulling up on no one, I better stop rhyming now, The lies gonna come back and haunt me man, Please end the song
Credits
Writer(s): Nadia Kandava, Kyle Brown, Glody Kasongo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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