F.Y.F.L. (feat. Nelia)
Why can't you, why won't you
Fall back some, slow down sometimes
Let bygones be bygones
I tried but, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
Everyone ain't for everyone
Been around the block a couple times let me tell you something
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers huh
Twice the price and half as spicy as that nigga said they was
Experience will teach you lessons money just couldn't
Emotions make you make decisions you shouldn't
Put yourself in positions that's difficult to get out of
May have said a thing or 200 million I'm not so proud of
Out of anger, out of contempt out of control, I admit
Flashing red like rail crossing ain't nobody exempt
Temperature check off the meter, slurring words when I'm heated
No justification for breaking ain't the only one neither
I know you got some things you won't let slide
I know you harbor pain too hurt to hide
To engage or ignore I can't decide
Look, just don't text my line
Fuck you for life
Why can't you, why won't you
Fall back some, slow down sometimes
Let bygones be bygones
I tried but, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
I tried my best to stay away from this subject
It's been weighing on me heavy I'm compelled to discuss it, fuck it
Every month another $2,300
That's the price it costs to see my daughter twice in the summer
I know you got your own trouble won't compare it to mine
Good hearted but them outer forces there every time
If I told you that I wasn't, you gon' hit a magic button?
When you ask me how I'm doing I'ma tell you I'm fine
Real niggas don't just up and visit shrinks my guy
Said the most unstable person in NY
Trying to break the status quo that's why once a month or so
Hit the studio I gotta go and clear my mind
Keep it bottled up inside you know that bottle gon' break
Sophisticated but I still might bottle your face
Before it ever gets to that suggest you give me some space
In exchange I'ma do my best to give you some grace. a little
Why can't you, why won't you
Fall back some, slow down sometimes
Let bygones be bygones
I tried but, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
And before I do anything I've gots to get her name
Ayo, ma, I see you posted there
Skin honey roasted, fair
Body tight like I'm supposed to stare
Face friendly on the eyes, dopest gear
Think you with thun, but tuck toast so the coast is clear.
Fall back some, slow down sometimes
Let bygones be bygones
I tried but, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
Everyone ain't for everyone
Been around the block a couple times let me tell you something
Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers huh
Twice the price and half as spicy as that nigga said they was
Experience will teach you lessons money just couldn't
Emotions make you make decisions you shouldn't
Put yourself in positions that's difficult to get out of
May have said a thing or 200 million I'm not so proud of
Out of anger, out of contempt out of control, I admit
Flashing red like rail crossing ain't nobody exempt
Temperature check off the meter, slurring words when I'm heated
No justification for breaking ain't the only one neither
I know you got some things you won't let slide
I know you harbor pain too hurt to hide
To engage or ignore I can't decide
Look, just don't text my line
Fuck you for life
Why can't you, why won't you
Fall back some, slow down sometimes
Let bygones be bygones
I tried but, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
I tried my best to stay away from this subject
It's been weighing on me heavy I'm compelled to discuss it, fuck it
Every month another $2,300
That's the price it costs to see my daughter twice in the summer
I know you got your own trouble won't compare it to mine
Good hearted but them outer forces there every time
If I told you that I wasn't, you gon' hit a magic button?
When you ask me how I'm doing I'ma tell you I'm fine
Real niggas don't just up and visit shrinks my guy
Said the most unstable person in NY
Trying to break the status quo that's why once a month or so
Hit the studio I gotta go and clear my mind
Keep it bottled up inside you know that bottle gon' break
Sophisticated but I still might bottle your face
Before it ever gets to that suggest you give me some space
In exchange I'ma do my best to give you some grace. a little
Why can't you, why won't you
Fall back some, slow down sometimes
Let bygones be bygones
I tried but, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
Fuck you, fuck you for life
And before I do anything I've gots to get her name
Ayo, ma, I see you posted there
Skin honey roasted, fair
Body tight like I'm supposed to stare
Face friendly on the eyes, dopest gear
Think you with thun, but tuck toast so the coast is clear.
Credits
Writer(s): Adrien Pinkard
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