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Correct U Wont Hear This Anyway Lyrics
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Correct U Wont Hear This Anyway
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[Intro] Aye, I'm very worn out Its the best time you know? To do things like this [Verse] Writing this about you, writing this about you, oh yeah Know the way you move, baby I'm pissed, I've got a list Of all the famous girls that I'm gon' holla at when I get rich Girl I'm a dog, but we're young and we're sick If you got a dating app on you Then you ain't no better than me when it comes to this shit Both tryna figure things out getting lit Still I just trick cause you fine and you thick I'm all for this topic. I'm all for the chips And showings my motive, I've always been sad And I've always exposed it, I've always felt lonely And everyone knows it, I've been had anxiety Still can't control it, been makin' money, but gotta be smarter Here getting older, the critics get harsher The weed gets rolled up, I light then I spark it That dude he go hard, but my shit go the hardest Here for a long, long time and I ain't gonna quit shit yet Get in that long, long line, if you really gon' show up as a threat I've been taking care of me, going to therapy Been self-aware, I've been looking for clarity Know that these fuckboys be dissin' me terribly But I can't trip on them boys, they ain't scare me Got a crib by myself, I've been lonesome I think people 'round me think that I'm [?] I'm just seeing things from a new view Being secluded protecting my mood Riding alone, I got shot on my dome I got dudes tryna hurt me cause all of them broke They hate to see me do well and put on They told me, I'm lost can't knock me out of my zone Ain't rolled by my mom in a minute, I fear And that would be shit that y'all don't want to hear Like that shit don't slap homie, that shit too deep But I'm like, " Fuck it, if you can't accept me for me" I'm dolo, I would call you up But I just seen a photo of both of y'all happy And then it all clicked It's been like 8 or 9 months since we talked And it's been about 8 or 9 months I've been workin' I been on my shit and I get sick Real life hit me like a mother fuckin' brick I'm thinking 'bout mama, is she disappointed? I want to say more but I try to avoid it Cause sometimes I feel like I'm fuckin' annoying I'm newly immense, don't feel like a boy And I just want to tell you I'm tryna progress Life hit us both, but I wish you the best If I see you when I travel out west I hope you hold onto that promise we kept
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