Sorry
I might be single til forty
Couple of months I might just take it back because all of these whores can be boring
Say what you want and it's yours
That's an advice from my daddy
She wanna fuck me for sure
I just been wanting some balance
I do not fuck with the pills and the powder
I don't do the cinnamon challenge
I don't vacay when I need to chill
Man, I just go home to my parents
But I ain't been home in three years
'Cause of some visa shit
My daddy been growin' some greys
I feel like a piece of shit
Please don't ask me to go to your wedding, I missed my sister's bitch
And matter of fact I missed my brother's too and that shit looked lit
Flew too close to the Sun but I keep going back
Man, I'm a damn fiend
Bitch, I'm a deadbeat uncle, my niece think I live in that screen
I was tryna make it back home, ma, I promise
You never gave me hard time but I'm sorry
I should've been there for my sister's daughter
I should've been home for my brother's son
I've been working, bitch, I'm no one and done
My daddy always said I'd be number one
They not touchin' me if I could be so blunt
I'm 'a run this bitch as long as I'm around, yeah
Finally flew back to Jakarta since that first verse
Not linkin' up with friends, all I got left to meet is serpents
I went back into the house I grew up in, I feel too big
My dog used to run out the house but now I'd have to dig
I been in this bitch, my nephew looking tall as shit
Told the world this my home but I feel so the opposite
Yeah, I'm outside, lil' bitch, but I've been outside lookin' in
I ain't touch a drink in months but if my dad pour one I'll sip
I'm twenty-five got the prefrontal cortex
I was nineteen, my last project
Sharpen my pen, soundin' perfect
They like where he been y'all was upset
I mean to be real, I lost my mind
That manic episode ain't kind
I went right back, I'm in my prime
I can't go home, I don't got the time
I was tryna make it back home, ma, I promise
You never gave me hard time but I'm sorry
I should've been there for my sister's daughter
I should've been home for my brother's son
I've been working, bitch, I'm no one and done
My daddy always said I'd be number one
They not touchin' me if I could be so blunt
I'm 'a run this bitch as long as I'm around, yeah
As long as I'm around, yeah
As long as I'm around
As long as I'm around, yeah
As long as I'm around
Too fucked up
Two fingers on the blunt
Two bad [?] yeah, they like to call a bunch
I might be tough, I used to cry a bunch
I feel better now, I was on a run