What do I do when lightning strikes me What have I got to do to be heard It's sad, so sad What have I got to do What have I got to do to make you love me What have I got to do to make you care And I wake to find that you're not there What do I do to make

Sometimes good intentions It’s all talk, talk, talk Talkin' in the wind It only slows you down If you start listenin' And it’s a whole lot harder to shine Don’t come across so well

Called and got no answer Wrote this fuckin' anthem, alert you like it's amber (like amber) But she say I'm canceled Did you not, not tell me not to say another lie (lie to me) Not to play with you and I, I Know somebody like you is hard to find Put a

Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you fucked up hard Now I got to make a change, I don't want to see your face You broke my heart Now I've

Makin' love faces Wouldn't it be nice if all night I was in you My hands rubbin' on your skin Let's go hard don't hold it in When I met you woman I couldn't help but notice a face so beautiful Now imagine the faces you would make If we ever made love

I try to make it stop Hard work don't stop When you know what you got Sacrifice ain't that hard Feel like depending on me Sometimes we ain't meant to be free And I know that we have asked for change Don't be scared to put the fears to shame Don't feel,

I think they scared of us, yeah I think they scared of us I think they scared Escobar season begins Black Kemet gods, black Egyptian gods Summoned from heaven, blessed, dressed in only Goyard Homie go hard like stole and rob it in a stolen car Shoot the

Beast mode (yeah) Go beast mode Ballin' so hard, yeah they think I got the cheat code (huh) I got the cheat code Spent two bands on some mothafuckin' jeans hoe Those is Mike Amiri jeans though Yeah, bad little bitch, yeah she came from Puerto Rico Yeah,

We're going to shoot you But don't get the wrong idea And there's nothing in your head or pocket Throat or wallet You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound That could change just how this

You'll never really find those perfect words Something more than just, "Goodbye" It's hard to remember the good times when there's just so much heartache And they deserve more than that They deserve more than just one single moment of sadness So just