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Yeah, yeah
One more time around
Hey!
Thank y'all for listenin'
Once again
I'm a work in progress, man
A work in progress, I swear
I'm tryin' to get better
I never know when the words is gon' come
But they always show up
And I'm thankful
Yes, sir
She ran out the house like, "Fuck it, I'm leavin'"
He ran after her like, "Fuck is the meaning?"
Went through his phone and found texts from all his exes
Threw it at him like, "Fuck was you thinkin'?"
Way down in his stomach, he gettin' that sinkin'
Feelin' he felt twenty years before when
His pops sat him down and told him him and his mom was divorcin'
Now he doin' the same
Runnin' through these hoes with no proper decorum
Not a pretty picture, unsettled misery
He would say his pop was a dog
Now ain't that the pot callin' the kettle, nigga?
Every player dreams of leavin' the game, straight walkin' out
The allure of new pussy is cool
But when it's over, what the fuck you got to talk about?
Such an empty feeling, you win or you lose
Wifey told him, "It's them or me, and baby, you better choose"
Hey
I saw the clouds today and thought that it was time to say goodbye
(Who loves you more? Who loves you more?
Who loves you more? Who loves you more?)
I tried to change my ways and pray that maybe I could save my life
(Who loves you more? Who loves you more? Who loves you more?)
My cousin hit me up and said he had to post bail again
'Cause my brother back in jail again
Back in that slave ship 'cause he tried to sell again
And all that's goin' through my mind
Is, "How the fuck am I failin' him?"
These youngins want all of the spoils but none of the toils
Got me climbin' the walls, too good to press olives
But I'll be the first squeaky wheel askin' for oil
I been at it for ten years, what the fuck is you on?