I dont even know where to start
my mind twisted, mangled, tearin apart
i know i aint perfect, i'm mos def not there by a distance
but i do my best to keep lights in the house, food in the kitchen
gas in the car to complete any mission
at times it feels like all that shit is non-existent
when i fucc up you mad for a long time
arguin bout shit that happened a long time -
ago, even tho we been thru it before
not a similar story but the same exact scroll
time or instance, so i'm persistent
in tryina build up what we got, it seems that you forgettin
who broke the trust in the first place
condemning me, tho i neva did you in the worst way
despite the many opportunities
you constantly accusin me of engagin in some baffoonery
most times i'm toleratin ya bullshit and non-sense
stayin quiet, tryin not to riot on the inside of me
but inside of me, theres loccer room of grief
even tho i had my doubts, i still remain true
u wanna act like i'm fuccin these chiccs ....
when even if i wanted, i'm always wit you
sometimes i feel smothered, bothered
the same actions my popz felt before the sins of my mother
yet somehow, i'm always mr badguy
if not for me there wouldn't be a bed on yo baccside
i can't give you the moon, but i'm tryina reel a star in
but damn, would i be wrong for quittin
always wonderin if im happy wit ya
at times i wanna say no to see how you would react
and then think, do i really wanna see that
unstable emotions creatin commotion
cobwebs of mental hiccups and convulsions
heart confused beatin so fast tryina avoid explosions
from the inner caverns, and whateva its holdin
u know how i was raised and the shit that i been thru
askin why bitches before got more shit than i'd get you
immaturity showin thru, wantin what the ex-bitch got
but in turn all the x-bitch got, was fucc you, i don't think thats what you want
you can get mad but its how i really feel
you trust me, hell naw, thats whats really real
excuse me if i frequently switch to a different topic
mind spinnin like a dreadel, cant control when its stoppin
if you actin like this now, whats to come when i sign the contract
the stress of the public eye, groupies emergin from every side
insecurities showin ya every fear inside
hear me now, ya insecurity will assuredly
leave you sittin alone, nowhere near to me
tho dear to me, i don't need all this stress
I love you with my all, but make ya next move the best
if shit don't get right by the time i take flight you will be left!!!