Can't fake blood on the wrist
Way too bold and too chosen for this
Suppose be dead on the list
Can't feel no more emotion for this
Showing no love to the kid
Spent about six damn years just to think
What I really from this shit
Talking how I'm way too perfect to miss
Fearing everything but you lying to yourself
Smoking everyday just dreadful to health
I was on my own like a lone wolf looking for a bad bitch
But I really hate that feeling
Hope that I don't gotta cut you off
Can't even trust when you love it all
Wait why it gotta be like that?
Everyday cant be scenes from the flicks
Sorry I was to proud to resist
Taking my time trying to find what is
But you already what it is
Two four seven not a coward to live
Time on the wrist look easy to trick
Manhattan cheat code power for the chips
Yup, hoping that the peace gone last
Yup, niggas be talking like fans
Yup, gotta let go of the past
I was too young trying live to fast
I was at home
Cant even cope
To many things
All on my phone
Stayed on the grind
Cannot recline
To Spending more time
Thinking too much
Living too fast
She always mad
I WAS IN LOVE
WHERE DID IT GO
WHERE DID IT GO
WHERE DID IT GO
WHERE DID IT GO
WHERE DID IT GO
Can't fake blood on the wrist
Way too bold and too chosen for this
Supposed be dead on the list
Can't feel no more emotion for this