Yourself

I'm illiterate
I don't know how to read a room
I made it weird
But that's okay cause I'll be leaving soon
I know I'm blessed
But still I find myself impending doom
I'm burning up
Under the pressure like the sun in june
I need some water
But I'm too afraid to ask for it
A million things I need
I'm too afraid to ask for
I could go anywhere
Got guala and a passport
But I just sit around and pout
Cause I'm a bad sport
How do I buy a house
How do I make this last
How do I catch the
Feel like it's too fast
I used to have a couple things
But threw them in the trash
The time is up
Your baby got a mustache
Now what's there to do
When I find out
I swear I'll show you
I'm way too worried bout myself
Is that okay for just the moment
Don't stress me out
Cause I could do without the bullshit
You were supposed on my side but
You're way too worried bout yourself
You only worry about yourself
You only worry about yourself
You were supposed on my side but
You're way too worried bout yourself
Just projecting
Light bussin on the rollie
It's reflecting
Woke up wearing the same shit
I had slept in
Didn't drag you in my life
You type just crept it
Time flying
While I hit the ground running
If you gunning for me, me, me
I'll give you a great shot
No sleep, still going
Eyes bloodshot
Hit the store and left the crib
I let the fruits rot
Now what's there to do
When I find out
I swear I'll show you
I'm way too worried bout myself
Is that okay for just the moment
Don't stress me out
Cause I could do without the bullshit
You were supposed on my side but
You're way too worried bout yourself
You only worry about yourself
You only worry about yourself
You were supposed on my side but
You're way too worried bout yourself



Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Best, Eugene Dorsett, Ivanna Alexandra, John Mitchell, Johnny Daye, William Lemos
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