Hopeless Pt. 2

I wrote a song to my mirror
Like this for you
I got no hope for myself
So, I'm calling this my 'Hopeless Part II'
Tell 'em everything you put my heart through
Physically, my heart here
Spiritually, my heart gone
And emotionally my heart black and blue

It came out my mouth, so it's true
And everything that I did, I did for you
I stuck by your side when you ain't have no crew
And I was the one who got you outta shit
When you ain't know what to do

They say tell 'em how you feel
Like, speak your pain (for real)
Been telling them for years, they still don't listen
So, I tell it to my name
I'ma player, so, I tell it to the game

Mentally, I'm fucked up
Spiritually I'm bruised, scarred, broken
Physically I look the fucking same
Like is it worth going through all this pain? (For real)
I guess it is, that's why I turn to anger (anger)
They say you melodize about the pain
You go through so much shit, just be a pain singer

And this 'Hopeless Part II' gone be a banger
And I know (I know)
They think that I be lying
I wish that they could see inside of my soul
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
I wish they took me, not my bros

That's just the way that life goes
I'm broken, can you fix me up?
And if I fall down again
That means I hit my last limb
So, please pick me up
I lived through pain
Guess I ain't live enough

I could be black and white, but my skin brown
So, they gone treat me bad
And society don't work for me
It ain't work for my dad
No felonies, no misdemeanors
They still watch Ms. Hampton
They knew my family history
So where I went, they camped in

I felt my privacy was invaded
Felt like the FBI was watching me
'Cause once I stepped outside
The law it was right there

They checked on me more than my momma did
Asked questions like they detectives
Like, why you give a fuck?
I know that you don't care

You hurt me and I hurt myself, I guess we even
I know you ain't dead, at least not yet
But for you, I'm grieving
When you look at me, what you seeing
We not alive, but we breathing
And when we die, where we meeting

I'm not alright, but I told you that I'ma be okay
Guess I'ma alright, if I still live to see another day
I got some sins, I need forgiveness, so that's why I pray
I need some pape to move far, the ops know where I lay

And I hate coming home (home)
Nobody understands me
So I'd rather be alone
I changed my number twenty times
They still blowing up my phone
I'm independent like my mom
I'll do it on my own

I got some siblings looking up to me
They need my help (they need my help)
And I feel bad for them
Because I can't even help myself (can't even help myself)
I'm popping pills, I'm drinking lean
Man, I'm killing my health (killing my health)
Mmm, mmm
Somebody save me (somebody save me)

I'm in my head, I'm going crazy (I'm going crazy)
I grew my shit out trying to get some locs
A nigga was just wavy (wavy)
Hope you don't leave 'cause you my baby (baby)
I need you to press pause on my heartbreak
I gotta ex who played me

I hate to move around, I'm lazy
But it's hard for me to sit still
And not fight with shit, got ADHD
I told them Lucifer who made me
He got a feature 'cause he paid me, mhmm

Back to the basics
I ain't a thief, but my pops told me "if you want it, then take it"
Nope, my folks don't switch up 'cause for them I'm all in
I'm trying to get a mil for us, so we all balling

And don't forget I helped you out when you was falling
Answered on the first ring when you was calling
And like I said I wrote this song to my mirror, so this for you
I'm hopeless, you helped a lot of people, you need helping too

You hurt me and I hurt myself, I guess we even
I know you ain't dead, at least not yet
But for you, I'm grieving
When you look at me, what you seeing
We not alive, but we breathing
And when we die, where we meeting

I'm not alright, but I told you that I'ma be okay
Guess I'ma alright, if I still live to see another day
I got some sins, I need forgiveness, so that's why I pray
I need some pape to move far, the ops know where I lay

And I hate coming home
Nobody understands me
So, I'd rather be alone
I changed my number twenty times
They still blowing up my phone
I'm independent like my mom
I'll do it on my own

Nigga, I'll do it on my own
And I feel bad for them 'cause I can't even help myself
I'm popping pills, I'm drinking lean
I'm killing my health
Mmm, mmm, somebody save me



Credits
Writer(s): Norelle Chantelle Hampton, Robert Lee Grace Iii
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