Make It Thru

(K on the mic)
(Tryna make it through)
(Talkin' bout blues)
(They don't got a clue)

Yeah

I be tryna make it through, all them niggas talkin' bout blues
But 'Ion think they got a clue, about what the wounds really do
They been tryna stop me, but I can't lose
Hoes be lyin' to my face, but in their eyes, I see the truth
'Ion wanna go too soon, but I be feelin' like that's my only route
Tired of these bitches, breakin' my heart in two (In two)
Everybody threw me in the dirt, and flowers grew
I'd be mad too, yeah (I'd be mad too)
Every time I feel I'm gettin' out, I'm gettin' deeper
Everyday I'm fightin, it's just me and the reaper
But everyday I swear, I be seein' this shit clearer
Cause I been losin' feelings, in exchange to look cleaner (Yeah)
Had to turn my L's into lessons, God be showin' who's a lesson, and a blessin
We ain't official, we just messin, cause I never asked the question
Can't even talk, I been repressin
I can't lay it all out, I hope you get the message (Let's go)

We on different sides, you stuck on my mind
Feel like we runnin' out of time, but you come be mine
We'll be just fine, be my ride or die
You can be the Bonnie to my Clyde
Even when I'm by myself, I stay on my grind
The way they hatin' on me, you'd think I commit a crime
But is it really a crime to spit a couple rhymes?
Press a nigga, he get quiet like a mime
I'm tellin' you, you don't know how far I'm finna climb, yeah

I got all this hot shit like it's July, but I'm not even in my prime
Love ain't easy, that shit stings, like a lime in your eye
All these bitches know how to do is be dry and then they lie (and then they lie)
Sigh, and goodbye (And goodbye)
Got me askin"Why?" still gotta get by
Always win, never tie, that's what I been livin' by
Been puttin' pain on the track, so I can touch the sky
I've always been goin' through it, shit was never right
Feelin' confused and I don't know how to move
Your friends askin' what we doin, but 'Ion got a clue
You make my eyes light up, whenever you walk into the room
I'm the type to take you serious, but it's really up to you
Take my time with you, don't wanna end things too soon
Trust issues, when it comes to love, I always lose
I been prayin' for a blessing, and I'm hopin' that it's you
It's like real vibes phasin' out, but we can make it, through (Make it through)

We on different sides, you stuck on my mind
Feel like we runnin' out of time, but you come be mine
We'll be just fine, be my ride or die
You can be the Bonnie to my Clyde
Even when I'm by myself, I stay on my grind
The way they hatin' on me, you'd think I commit a crime
But is it really a crime to spit a couple rhymes?
Press a nigga, he get quiet like a mime
I'm tellin' you, you don't know how far I'm finna climb, yeah