Overthinking
Early on a Sunday morning
Early on a Sunday morning
Stripped of all my misconceptions
Splitting life off by the sections
Laying close to imperfections
Nothing's perfect
Still
It's worth it
You make me love when I'm hurting
Reminds me the Earth is still turning
Can't feel it sitting on the surface
Wonder if I go
Would you let me know?
Early on a Sunday morning
Wake up
Straight dealing with shit
Saying, "I love you,"
This bitch that I've missed
Forget any time that I've ever been pissed
Scared that I'd lose her so if you insist
I'm sending my love to you quick
I'm helping you
Choosing your fits
Admitting to things I don't get
And
Waiting for you to come home
Shawty love the way it is
And
She thinking, "I'd end up with him"
While knowing I'm into this b**ch
And
Waiting a week for a kiss
I keep up complaints till' I get it
I keep up complaints till' I get it
I keep up complaints till' I get it
If that's an ex n**ga
Get rid of 'em
You don't got to deal my old b**ches
They not in the race
I'm done gambling
Burn in the back of an ambulance
Shit that I'm feeling's ironic
Why I pay attention to chronic?
And memories kept in my pocket
These natural disasters keep coming
I'm giving this b**ch a tsunami
Falling too deep and I'm loving it
First one to speak to my mama
But n**gas keep bringing the drama
Won't trade in what's real for the commas
In highschool tried whipping the Honda
Just isn't the life that I'm living'
The shit that I'm seeing' is bitching
Emotions I'm feeling are vivid
Do whatever to see the whole picture
Frame it to know it's not fiction
After I've downed the whole pitcher
Flipping the switch in my kitchen
Begging a h*e to give up a few digits
Nothing compared to this shit while I'm in it
If I ain't around I'll be back in a minute
Wasn't expecting no shame, why the fuck I feel hidden?
Like I don't exist and nobody gets it
Going through shit
Just to go back to simping
Try for the family, bring out the best in me
Bring out the best of me
I'm out of place, you been doing some kicking
Why bitches can't chill
Despite that I'm chilling
Smoking way less and I'm missing my sister
Still missing my sister
Trusting in forces I've always believed in
But I'm steady fiending
Can't run from the green
Can't run from the green
The nightmares that come to me only in dreams
Whoever pretending they playing for me
But that shit ain't sliding
I'd rather you leave
Hoe
All that I'm toking's pristine
Hoe
You been the best thing for me
Hoe
Saying it's better than leaf
Claiming it's all 'cause the weed smoke
Early on a Sunday morning
Stripped of all my misconceptions
Splitting life off by the sections
Laying close to imperfections
Nothing's perfect
Still
It's worth it
You make me love when I'm hurting
Reminds me the Earth is still turning
Can't feel it sitting on the surface
Wonder if I go
Would you let me know?
Early on a Sunday morning
Wake up
Straight dealing with shit
Saying, "I love you,"
This bitch that I've missed
Forget any time that I've ever been pissed
Scared that I'd lose her so if you insist
I'm sending my love to you quick
I'm helping you
Choosing your fits
Admitting to things I don't get
And
Waiting for you to come home
Shawty love the way it is
And
She thinking, "I'd end up with him"
While knowing I'm into this b**ch
And
Waiting a week for a kiss
I keep up complaints till' I get it
I keep up complaints till' I get it
I keep up complaints till' I get it
If that's an ex n**ga
Get rid of 'em
You don't got to deal my old b**ches
They not in the race
I'm done gambling
Burn in the back of an ambulance
Shit that I'm feeling's ironic
Why I pay attention to chronic?
And memories kept in my pocket
These natural disasters keep coming
I'm giving this b**ch a tsunami
Falling too deep and I'm loving it
First one to speak to my mama
But n**gas keep bringing the drama
Won't trade in what's real for the commas
In highschool tried whipping the Honda
Just isn't the life that I'm living'
The shit that I'm seeing' is bitching
Emotions I'm feeling are vivid
Do whatever to see the whole picture
Frame it to know it's not fiction
After I've downed the whole pitcher
Flipping the switch in my kitchen
Begging a h*e to give up a few digits
Nothing compared to this shit while I'm in it
If I ain't around I'll be back in a minute
Wasn't expecting no shame, why the fuck I feel hidden?
Like I don't exist and nobody gets it
Going through shit
Just to go back to simping
Try for the family, bring out the best in me
Bring out the best of me
I'm out of place, you been doing some kicking
Why bitches can't chill
Despite that I'm chilling
Smoking way less and I'm missing my sister
Still missing my sister
Trusting in forces I've always believed in
But I'm steady fiending
Can't run from the green
Can't run from the green
The nightmares that come to me only in dreams
Whoever pretending they playing for me
But that shit ain't sliding
I'd rather you leave
Hoe
All that I'm toking's pristine
Hoe
You been the best thing for me
Hoe
Saying it's better than leaf
Claiming it's all 'cause the weed smoke
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