These niggas won't hold me back These hoes wanna hold me back These hoes won't hold me back These hoes wanna hold me back, no Pussy ho, pussy ho I see how these niggas playin' But I could adapt I look in my fridge, my shit lookin' scarce I got a few

I’m comin’ back I’m comin’ back to outlast every outcast Like a hammer to a landmine You better stick to what you know ‘Cause I ain’t playing just to rewind I’m just feeding my appetite (I’m just feeding my appetite) Don’t you know I broke the mold? It’s

I will not be a spoon-fed bird Or beg for mercy from above Oh let my cord become unplugged And I will not burden those I love The ceiling's too familiar Laying slack-jawed on my back And the words spit out like puzzles As she tries to fill the gap But my

I wonder, laying in my bed Am I still too young, am I still too young? And I hold back, thoughts running through my head Did I fuck it up, did I fuck it up? Buccaneers of rugged gear, nigga fuck a fear One, just year one, I've been thuggin' here, yeah

Love ain't for keeping Lay down beside me Lay down my darling Layin' on my back In the newly mown grass Rain is coming down But I know the clouds will pass You bring me tea Say "the babe's a-sleepin'"

I'll just keep playing back These fragments of time Everywhere I go These moments will shine And it's crystal clear That I don't ever want it to end If I had my way I would never leave Keep building these random memories Turning our days into melodies

Next time you point a finger But the way I, way I see it I might have to bend it back I'll point you to the mirror And break it, break it off (I'll point you to the mirror) You don't have to believe me Can't make my own decisions

Askin' 'bout these VV's, VV's, drippin' Couple real friends turned enemy Yeah yeah, I ain't comin' back Sometimes I sit down, wrist on gold I done made it without sellin' my soul Bad bitch layin' down in a robe Ask me how I made a mil' and didn't fold

Holding on, laughing and crying I'm finding my way back home Laying in a bed that was burning It's so hard when you're young and in love Trying, and fighting 'Cause that's what you do when you're young and in love Young and in love I'm coming to see you

I'm sitting by a bonfire watching her swaying Me and my buddies and the guitar playing Sipping on forties on a Saturday night Buzzing through a chorus of Dixieland Delight Back through my mind like smoke She was smoking hot, a whiskey shot, a cherry Coke