Asphalt
Knees hurt so badly
I put them on the asphalt
So badly
I put them on the a, a, a
Put them on the a, a, a
Put them on the asphalt
I listen, face it (I face it)
I try to get her ways in (her ways in)
My heart feels so vacant (so vacant)
Can you stop complaining?
I listen, face it (I face it)
I try to get her ways in (her ways in)
My heart feels so vacant (so vacant)
Can you stop complaining?
Past 9, get home, I hope the ash gone
You be hitting my nerves like it's a nylon
You be hitting my nerves like it's all my fault
Hope you hit your head on the asphalt
Hope you hit your head on the concrete
I don't like to talk to you, you always try to tear me apart
I don't like to talk to you, you're always so appalling
I don't like to talk to you, my heart is dissolving
Knees hurt so badly
I put them on the asphalt
So badly
I put them on the a, a, a
Put them on the a, a, a
Put them on the asphalt
I listen, face it (I face it)
I try to get her ways in (her ways in)
My heart feels so vacant (so vacant)
Can you stop complaining?
I listen, face it (I face it)
I try to get her ways in (her ways in)
My heart feels so vacant (so vacant)
Can you stop complaining ho?
I put them on the asphalt
So badly
I put them on the a, a, a
Put them on the a, a, a
Put them on the asphalt
I listen, face it (I face it)
I try to get her ways in (her ways in)
My heart feels so vacant (so vacant)
Can you stop complaining?
I listen, face it (I face it)
I try to get her ways in (her ways in)
My heart feels so vacant (so vacant)
Can you stop complaining?
Past 9, get home, I hope the ash gone
You be hitting my nerves like it's a nylon
You be hitting my nerves like it's all my fault
Hope you hit your head on the asphalt
Hope you hit your head on the concrete
I don't like to talk to you, you always try to tear me apart
I don't like to talk to you, you're always so appalling
I don't like to talk to you, my heart is dissolving
Knees hurt so badly
I put them on the asphalt
So badly
I put them on the a, a, a
Put them on the a, a, a
Put them on the asphalt
I listen, face it (I face it)
I try to get her ways in (her ways in)
My heart feels so vacant (so vacant)
Can you stop complaining?
I listen, face it (I face it)
I try to get her ways in (her ways in)
My heart feels so vacant (so vacant)
Can you stop complaining ho?
Credits
Writer(s): Barack Obama, Bobby Wardell Sandimanie Iii, Jordan Carter, Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr.
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