Not Again
It's coming from my soul
I can't help it that I got a lot to say
I've been through a lot
And I done felt a lot
And I feel like my success around the corner its coming any day
They ask me how I feel
Yeah that's many ways
And for many days
They know that I be up at night
I can't sleep, I be in a daze
Thinking bout my life and all my wrongs
It was me and Dej
Cruising on the freeway
We would talk for hours
And you would tell me you just want some flowers
I should've did it
But I didn't
And now I'm man enough to admit it
Yeah I'm sorry
Yeah I'm sorry
Come to realize I ain't perfect
Yeah that cheating wasn't worth it
But through the pain found a purpose
Bittersweet, came to surface
That some friends was some serpents
All this pain on my brain, need a turban for a covering
I'm staying in my lane, I'm ashamed to say I'm struggling
I put all of my pain to a strain, yeah that's troubling
Think I need a minute
All this pain in my frame
Yeah I need a minute
Knew that friends was gon' change
Yeah I need a minute
All this pain in my veins
I just need a minute
I ain't changing for fame
Think I need a minute
All this pain in my frame
Yeah I need a minute
Knew that friends was gon' change
Yeah I need a minute
All this pain in my veins
I just need a minute
I aint changing for fame
I ain't changing for fame
Still gon' rap bout my pain
If they don't listen to my music, bet I'm still gon' spit flames
Let's change the subject, got my heart broke
Still ain't recover from it
Social anxiety got me shaky when I'm in public
Snake emojis for all the people that can't be trusted
Scissor emojis for all the women I ever lusted
I cut them off to focus on myself
Now I'm reconstructing
You cost me my peace
That's too expensive, not in the budget
Sprained memories
How they injure me
Try my best to look forward but it be killing me
You know that sprain always hindering your mobility
Feel this pain in my bones, and my extremities
You just an enemy
If you envy me
I know that jealousy revealing certain tendencies
Ain't got no sympathy
If you ain't kin to me
Even family get treated somewhat differently
Now I'm cooking these beats, they call me Jimmy Dean
The way I get to the bucks, they call me Jimmy B
I feel like Himothy Sane
They cant mess with my game
And if you wanna poke the bear
I'ma act inhume
They never caught me by surprise
Yeah I knew they would change
And I know we only human
It ain't no one to blame
Not a matter of who
It's just a matter of when
Caught me slipping, learned my lesson
Now I say not again, yeah
Sprained memories
How they injure me
Try my best to look forward but it be killing me
You know that sprain always hindering your mobility
Feel this pain in my bones, and my extremities
You just an enemy
If you envy me
I know that jealousy revealing certain tendencies
Ain't got no sympathy
If you ain't kin to me
Even family get treated somewhat differently
Now I'm cooking these beats, they call me Jimmy Dean
Caught me slipping, learned my lesson
Now I say not again, yeah
I can't help it that I got a lot to say
I've been through a lot
And I done felt a lot
And I feel like my success around the corner its coming any day
They ask me how I feel
Yeah that's many ways
And for many days
They know that I be up at night
I can't sleep, I be in a daze
Thinking bout my life and all my wrongs
It was me and Dej
Cruising on the freeway
We would talk for hours
And you would tell me you just want some flowers
I should've did it
But I didn't
And now I'm man enough to admit it
Yeah I'm sorry
Yeah I'm sorry
Come to realize I ain't perfect
Yeah that cheating wasn't worth it
But through the pain found a purpose
Bittersweet, came to surface
That some friends was some serpents
All this pain on my brain, need a turban for a covering
I'm staying in my lane, I'm ashamed to say I'm struggling
I put all of my pain to a strain, yeah that's troubling
Think I need a minute
All this pain in my frame
Yeah I need a minute
Knew that friends was gon' change
Yeah I need a minute
All this pain in my veins
I just need a minute
I ain't changing for fame
Think I need a minute
All this pain in my frame
Yeah I need a minute
Knew that friends was gon' change
Yeah I need a minute
All this pain in my veins
I just need a minute
I aint changing for fame
I ain't changing for fame
Still gon' rap bout my pain
If they don't listen to my music, bet I'm still gon' spit flames
Let's change the subject, got my heart broke
Still ain't recover from it
Social anxiety got me shaky when I'm in public
Snake emojis for all the people that can't be trusted
Scissor emojis for all the women I ever lusted
I cut them off to focus on myself
Now I'm reconstructing
You cost me my peace
That's too expensive, not in the budget
Sprained memories
How they injure me
Try my best to look forward but it be killing me
You know that sprain always hindering your mobility
Feel this pain in my bones, and my extremities
You just an enemy
If you envy me
I know that jealousy revealing certain tendencies
Ain't got no sympathy
If you ain't kin to me
Even family get treated somewhat differently
Now I'm cooking these beats, they call me Jimmy Dean
The way I get to the bucks, they call me Jimmy B
I feel like Himothy Sane
They cant mess with my game
And if you wanna poke the bear
I'ma act inhume
They never caught me by surprise
Yeah I knew they would change
And I know we only human
It ain't no one to blame
Not a matter of who
It's just a matter of when
Caught me slipping, learned my lesson
Now I say not again, yeah
Sprained memories
How they injure me
Try my best to look forward but it be killing me
You know that sprain always hindering your mobility
Feel this pain in my bones, and my extremities
You just an enemy
If you envy me
I know that jealousy revealing certain tendencies
Ain't got no sympathy
If you ain't kin to me
Even family get treated somewhat differently
Now I'm cooking these beats, they call me Jimmy Dean
Caught me slipping, learned my lesson
Now I say not again, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Ragland
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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