But I know I'm gonna get there someday Well its been a year and there so much to tell Been doing alright in spite of myself Just wish I could stop feeling bad when I pray Got that job I was dreaming about Sometimes its tough traveling around But who I

What is it about them? I must be missing something They just keep doing nothing Too intoxicated to be scared I'm in their second hand smoke Still just drinking canned coke I don't need a xanny to feel better On designated drives home Only one who's not

Are you gonna play me, though, This song was never meant for the radio And I don't have time for a playlist How much will you pay me though? I get in forget the radio spin, I'm just doing my thing, I never had a playlist in my heart, oho Now I need an A

Don't lie to me Don't push me 'round Don't cross me babe I know where you been And I know what you been doing I don't like that Now, I'm telling you Who says you would? Just making sure

Let me take a selfie When Jason was at the table I kept on seeing him look at me when he was with that other girl Do you think he was just doing that to make me jealous? Because he was totally texting me all night last night And I don't know if it's a

I met my girl when I was 18 years old And she was just turning 23 I really love her from my heart And even though I don't deserve it fam I hope she loves me So I just done this private show I'm doing Footlocker promo And judging from the postcode it was

We in the zone now, don't stop, oh oh You can keep your hands on me Touch me right there, rock my body I can't keep my hands off you Your body is my party I'm doing this little dance for you You got me so excited Now it's just me and you Your body's my

Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal Just laughing and gay like a clown (ooh ooh) I'm wearing my heart like a crown Pretending that you're still around Oh yes, I'm the great pretender (ooh ooh) Pretending I'm doing well (ooh ooh) My need is

Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the

Shut the fuck up! Get up! Times are looking grim these days Holding on to everything It's hard to draw the line Itching is the pulse inside Creeping out to come alive It's just doing what it's gonna do And I'm, I'm hiding in this empty space Tortured by