Long Nights
Shots that you sent for me, yeah
Long nights, bad memories, yeah
Shout out the ones that held it down
When no one else was around
I felt the walls coming down
Picked that shit up and put it back down
I took myself right out of the ground, yeah
I took myself straight out of the dirt
Cut all the fake and put in the work
Healed all the pain and went through the hurt
I know it's something that you've been discussing
With all your girls, but you saying nothing
I'm done with the fussing, I'm done with the fronting
I'm done with them saying that you cannot trust me
Long nights with you, I swear
Bad times, you wasn't there
Bad times, yeah, bad times
Bad times with you, I swear
I can't even compare
Fights that just felt unfair
Nights that you wasn't there
Yeah, but I'm back in this bitch and I keep getting bigger
Yeah
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Sick of the lies, I'm sick of the drama
Why can't you be a little calmer
I thought you had a good mama
Had some good morals, some shit you could honor
Had some good faith, could see on her face
Why you tripping and are you okay
Is it something I'm missing, or are you just different
I'm starting to feel the emotion and distance
I'm starting to notice the shit you would say
Calling me out, my life on display
All of that actin' to get a reaction
And all that frontin' is getting distracting
I took a trip out to Jackson
I saved myself from the action
Rose from the dirt, yeah, I rose from the ashes
Long nights with you, I swear
Bad times, you wasn't there
Bad times, yeah, bad times
Bad times with you, I swear
I can't even compare
Fights that just felt unfair
Nights that you wasn't there
Yeah, but I'm back in this bitch and I keep getting bigger
Yeah
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Long nights, bad memories, yeah
Shout out the ones that held it down
When no one else was around
I felt the walls coming down
Picked that shit up and put it back down
I took myself right out of the ground, yeah
I took myself straight out of the dirt
Cut all the fake and put in the work
Healed all the pain and went through the hurt
I know it's something that you've been discussing
With all your girls, but you saying nothing
I'm done with the fussing, I'm done with the fronting
I'm done with them saying that you cannot trust me
Long nights with you, I swear
Bad times, you wasn't there
Bad times, yeah, bad times
Bad times with you, I swear
I can't even compare
Fights that just felt unfair
Nights that you wasn't there
Yeah, but I'm back in this bitch and I keep getting bigger
Yeah
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Sick of the lies, I'm sick of the drama
Why can't you be a little calmer
I thought you had a good mama
Had some good morals, some shit you could honor
Had some good faith, could see on her face
Why you tripping and are you okay
Is it something I'm missing, or are you just different
I'm starting to feel the emotion and distance
I'm starting to notice the shit you would say
Calling me out, my life on display
All of that actin' to get a reaction
And all that frontin' is getting distracting
I took a trip out to Jackson
I saved myself from the action
Rose from the dirt, yeah, I rose from the ashes
Long nights with you, I swear
Bad times, you wasn't there
Bad times, yeah, bad times
Bad times with you, I swear
I can't even compare
Fights that just felt unfair
Nights that you wasn't there
Yeah, but I'm back in this bitch and I keep getting bigger
Yeah
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah)
(Woah, woah, woah, woah)
Credits
Writer(s): John Paul Turner
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