Baby
(AMERIKA'S NEXT TOP PARTY-PARTY-PARTY-PARTY)
Baby

Another question from my therapist
Are you good? I told her: Yeah, she said: Hilarious
I blew a tire on the road to riches I desire
Tried to be so fire, almost pulled a Richard Pryor
Nothing inside, I still provided
Met demise, looked in her eyes and still survived it
Niggas count them out, but I wouldn't advise it
If I struggle moving them out and I'll have to climb it
It's nothing to me, second nature like the birds and the bees
Put a bomb in all the backs and niggas frontin' on me
Sleepin' on me like my greatness isn't something to see
I got to shit to shake up, my nigga time to wake up

We ain't ashamed, no money away from me
This ain't the same game no more but I'ma run it

(I've been waiting around so long now)
To break your spirit, to love, to kill your pride
(I've been waiting around so long now)
Don't turn irracional, just fall in love (fall in love)
(I've been waiting around so long now)
To break your spirit, I'll have to kill your pride
(I've been waiting around so long now)
Don't turn irracional, just fall in love (fall in love)

Huh, I just don't have the time for saving face
Shout out to Jada, she my saving grace
We took a burnt down home, fixed it up and then we made it safe
I learned, you gotta fix the bones, you can't just switch the pain
I learned, a house is not a home if you ain't staying close
And skeletons don't go in closets, that's for hanging coats
Just know together we'll weather whatever
Keep a pistol in the safe and a shovel in case it ever snows

(I've been waiting around so long now)
To break your spirit, to love, to kill your pride
(I've been waiting around so long now)
Don't turn irracional, just fall in love (fall in love)
(I've been waiting around so long now)
To break your spirit, I'll have to kill your pride
(I've been waiting around so long now)
Don't turn irracional, just fall in love (fall in love)

Aah

I hit the noise cancellation when you start to doubt me
Feeling like the angels over me forgot about me
Desperate measures put the pressure on my vertebrae (aah)
Need a medic for the toxins in my headwaves
My heart is spiral, my head in my hands
My knees on the floor, my friends turn to fold
I watch them all go, and wheeling it, ooh, I know
Fifty-two weeks, I was six feet deep
Stories I confess under fresh concrete
Can't see a thing, so it can't see me
Self-graved, dig a pain, kill a technique