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I be wanting God to sit on my bed and just tell me what to do

Either I care too much or I don’t care at all, no in between

I stay out the way because people weird and I got a bad attitude

I'm getting so good at letting people be weird and going on about my day

I don't like weird shit & I don't like explaining why you weird

Pick up I been calling all night

I hate getting mad because once I’m mad I stop giving a fuck about the things that matter most to me

Before me ion care who was before me

I hate being rushed just leave me fuck it

I can’t wait to go to a nigga house and put my gun on his dresser

Next mf make me mad imma stand up on they shoulders & pull they head off

When I wake up I don’t care about nobody

When a man starts stressing me out I ghost them I'm not doing all that

Tell me the truth the first time

I’ll always remember somebody who said they was gonna send me some money but ain’t never send it

After one link I love you that's why I don’t link

Not finna be punching the fuck outta me and shit

I'm out of love I just want some money and a couple genuine connections

I can't accept lazy love because that's not what I give out

Just like your father I’ll leave you

May whatever tf that was never find me again