Paroles de Insomnia Addict 2
I'm so anxious, that's genuine, it's anxiety thoughSo much on my mind I wanna confide in, that's why I wrote this
What's the time zone, is it five or four? I don't know
Up late, wide awake, driving slow, my eyes closed
And hoodie up, sun visor down, I ain't hiding though
Leg up on my competition, picture Desmond Howard with the Heisman pose
Flying out this fine lil ho, even though I know we're incompatible
She on only fuck with ball players and rappers, though I'm the latter it don't matter
I'm too hard to flatter, if I already had her
I wouldn't call or @ her, like I used all my data
Rather have the love, earned all my respect, turned into a check
In order to survive, learned not to regret
Just accept the shit and move on, except for when it's you
'Cause I guess the feeling too strong, I feel weak
Light-headed, that's this backwood
Quit asking if I'm good, nah
I'm misunderstood, still tryna get out the hood
Well, grind and get out for good
And if I thought that I could change maybe I would
It's getting easier to say no, I'm probably giving away more
Than I spent on myself, it didn't give me no wealth, dependent on help
I wasted so much time it feel like it ain't much left
So I made up my mind and I'm taking what's mine
Baby I'm fine, maybe I'm lying
Make these niggas pay me on time
Is it four or five?
She on only fuck with ball players and rappers, though I'm the latter it don't matter
I'm too hard to flatter, if I already had her
I wouldn't call or @ her, like I used all my data
Rather have the love, earned all my respect, turned into a check
In order to survive, learned not to regret
Just accept the shit and move on, except for when it's you
'Cause I guess the feeling too strong, I feel weak
Light-headed, that's this backwood
Quit asking if I'm good, nah
I'm misunderstood, still tryna get out the hood
Well, grind and get out for good
And if I thought that I could change maybe I would
It's getting easier to say no, I'm probably giving away more
Than I spent on myself, it didn't give me no wealth, dependent on help
I wasted so much time it feel like it ain't much left
So I made up my mind and I'm taking what's mine
Baby I'm fine, maybe I'm lying
Make these niggas pay me on time
Is it four or five?
Paroles powered by LyricFind
