Yeah, something real, my heart's on sale, ain't hurt nobody But I still, can't get my fill, I wanna party And my ex, casting spells, 'til I'm not sorry All my tats, trace the years, upon my body Bumpin' heads, my heart goes out to everybody See their stares and I know deep down That they could probably use an ear And not someone to judge 'em like they do in the mirror And show 'em how to stop livin' in fear Cut my dreams short, too far-fetched Now you next, the woadie Back and forth with the same bullshit But you know I keep some hope wit' a flow like this These days, baby, I need more than sex The beats is digital, bad bitches gettin' low Rich homies gettin' woke Oh, so now you spiritual? Shouts to Black on gettin' me that critical advice that I needed Most of y'all too defensive to receive it
Talkin' to myself, and it's got a lot to do With me being me, and you being you I got a lot of bread and I got a lot of hoes So I ain't worried if my heart got some holes She gettin' off work, so I wait 'til they close Just to pick her up and ask her how her day go We can anywhere, just don't take me home And the city's so big, never felt so alone With a love like this, girl we'll never go broke In a whip this clean, I ain't never need soap Know that this my path I keep seeing fourfolds Know that this my path I keep seeing fourfolds
And by the way, I hope that we fuck tonight I'm sick of wakin' up, feeling like nothing's right I pray to god, something like every night That we make it happen, and my people come to life I'm supposed to be on tour, instead I be wearing a mask Added to the mask that I was wearing, I'm gone in a flash The good news is, good things don't come fast So keep goin' forward, cause you can't look back You know that
Talkin' to myself Thinkin' what do I know Nothin' ever helps Everything is goin' fine, though These days I do my best not to hurt nobody These days I get so depressed tryna be somebody Yeah (Something real something real, something real something real, something real something real, something real something real, something real) The woadie (The woadie, the woadie the woadie, the woadie) You might also like
Compositor: Christian Robert Felner (Felly) ECAD: Obra #34986279