Pain You Keep

(albüm: Love Me // Leave Me - 2018)

[diveliner:]
You hate me and you love me
Please, I'm sorry for the pain you keep
I cause that shit, blame this on me
'Cause ain't nobody pray for me
Rest tight too for I can't sleep
You're pushing back away from me
You hate me and you love me
Please, I'm sorry for the pain you keep

[Steven Moses:]
Lost in my mind
Ho give me brain but don't look in my eyes
Going insane, see the pain in my eyes
I got way too much damn weight on my spine
Cigarette burns on my arm and my face
In my whole body, she love how I look
I cannot name all the drugs that I took
I need the cash, I need all the loot
I read these hoes like they all were some books
Get to this cake like I need it or something
Maybe that's just 'cause I needed that money
Self-made, I'm eighteen and doing this shits
I was like fifteen and moving this shit
Fuck, I'ma run my money up
Shawty in the club, bad as fuck, tryna join the club
That bitch said she loved that I'm young and I don't give a fuck
She said I'm a dope boy and she wanna fuck

[diveliner:]
You hate me and you love me
Please, I'm sorry for the pain you keep
I cause that shit, blame this on me
'Cause ain't nobody pray for me
Rest tight too for I can't sleep
You're pushing back away from me
You hate me and you love me
Please, I'm sorry for the pain you keep

[Steven Moses:]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, said)
Hold the fuck up, I hope that I wake up
Told my bitch she too perfect without it, don't need makeup
And I know that we doomed, ain't a single thing could save us
Everyday it's like we break up, make up, make love
Tomorrow we do the same stuff
That sorrow, I ain't faking it, couldn't even if I wanted
Mary Jane everyday, got a need just to stay blunted
Needless to say insanity stayed with me since the younging
Yeah, I hustle 'cause I need it, I don't even really want it
Hundred dollar half ounces, I keep that shit in abundance
Said fuck it and copped the Rafs, bitch I'm stunting
Her lips taste like raspberries, something that you'd dream about
Tuck game crazy like the type a girl you'd read about
Getting high, asking my grandpa if he could see me now
That's some other shit, fuck the loving shit, come again
Bitch I said I'm on my "I think I'm Jesus' second coming" shit
Climaxed a year ago, figuratively coming quick

[diveliner:]
You hate me and you love me
Please, I'm sorry for the pain you keep
I cause that shit, blame this on me
'Cause ain't nobody pray for me
Rest tight too for I can't sleep
You're pushing back away from me
You hate me and you love me
Please, I'm sorry for the pain you keep