Lyrics
Any broad that ever uttered to me, 'this pussy is yours
Mid stroke, asked to leave
Call her a lying whore
Lord knows she probably said it to every nigga that scored
If one returns claiming property
Breached reached an accord
I know it got that grip
But loosen yours a bit
Suffocating shit
Whole time wasn't yours to began with
Keep that mindset you'll feel you're losing
Each present moment is your gift
No exchange, return, refund on past tense
Mood dense
Can cut it with a knife
It's past tense
Situation lives in your penthouse pays no rent
Stressin' life away donating E-motion
Dealin' feeling, dumb, study how to reframe from
Holding anything from everything outside of you
Not on no narcissism, selfishness, or being rude
Detachment is an art that can safe guards your heart
Play smart
Regulate them feelings from the start
Off jump
Infatuation with this new spark
Don't be a chump getting punked
We all play our part
Pain of sadness stings less if never attached
Don't crash out when you control the impact
Responsible for what's in your lane
Manipulators manipulate Players gone play
Discern what's in your energy range
Bet it lessens you feeling some type of way
Homegirl, he maybe a dog
My nigga, she a rat
Stay detached
Manifest what you attract
Change them thought patterns up
I don't only mean with people
With material things equally
We're all on borrowed time
None of this is ours
Just ours to experience
That person's not yours
Their body parts belong to them
You are being controlled if your emotions are out of control
Must be comfortable with letting go
It takes all the pressure of meeting others expectations away
Like on Archer