| Yeah. |
| Man, this is the softest thing I ever did.
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| But… it’s about something that’s pretty important to me…
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| And that’s you
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| And that’s true
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| I really wish I didn’t care about you anymore,
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| But I do
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| What do I do when the rap-life
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| Make a motherfucker choose up in that fight?
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| Make a young couple do something sad like,
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| Being broke up even though we had life.
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| Fuck it, I don’t even know what I could have done
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| Looking back thinking, «That's what I should’ve done.»
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| Wanted you back
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| But when the fact is I always put you second to rap
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| I’m not mad that you wouldn’t come.
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| And even though I had to move, I ain’t move on
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| Really wish you was a boo I could prove wrong.
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| But she knows what I’mma do with the new songs
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| And she know them pretty soon when your dude on
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| Running the rap game, with that lane.
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| Always got to be up on that train, or that plane
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| Ain’t nobody wanna feel that pain, or that strain
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| Wishing I ain’t gotta get that fame
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| Or I’d claim you, know I’d give you my last name.
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| But that blame on me
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| Chasing something, feeling dumb 'cause you all I need.
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| Hope you wait until I’m done and I’m all free,
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| But you know I’m never knowing when that’s gonna be
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| And I’m sorry.
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| It’s the hardest rule to follow (I'm thinking of you)
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| I really wish that I could call you (What can I do?)
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| You can find another me tomorrow,
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| And that’s the hardest pill to swallow, babe.
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| If I woke up and I called it quits ('cause I’m thinking of you)
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| If today I gave up all of this (I don’t know what to do)
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| Maybe I could get you back tomorrow
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| And that’s the hardest pill to swallow, baby.
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| And that’s you
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| And that’s true
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| I really wish I didn’t care about you anymore,
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| But I do
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| What do I do when the rap-life
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| Make a motherfucker choose up in that fight?
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| Make a young couple do something sad like,
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| Being broke up even though we had life.
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| When I’m being dumb and stupid
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| Who the fuck is gonna hit me with the motherfucking jerk face?
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| Who’s gonna let me know to hit my mother on her birthday?
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| Who’s gonna let me know when I be shopping if a shirt’s gay?
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| And when I’m on the road I be missing that.
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| Always looking at my phone, you would give me crap.
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| Ever since I’ve been alone I’ve been thinking back
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| Listening to you auto-tune in my mic phone making us laugh.
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| You know the past was a blast but it never could last.
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| Pretty sad when your love got a separate path
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| Used to read when there’s nothing to do
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| But it’s funny
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| Doing nothing’s never nothing when it’s something with you.
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| You know I wanna still talk, even text and call
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| Whenever something going on I be pressing «Moll»
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| Up in the phone til I press the X
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| Stressed the next one’ll best the ex,
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| And you’ll forget, but it’s best.
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| You the best to me girl, always bake me something
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| And when they ripped off, you replaced my buttons.
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| But don’t be pissed off if I hate your husband,
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| 'cause even when I can’t say, «Love you,»
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| I love you
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| It’s the hardest rule to follow (I'm thinking of you)
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| I really wish that I could call you (What can I do?)
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| You can find another me tomorrow,
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| And that’s the hardest pill to swallow, babe.
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| If I woke up and I called it quits ('cause I’m thinking of you)
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| If today I gave up all of this (I don’t know what to do)
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| Maybe I could get you back tomorrow
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| And that’s the hardest pill to swallow, baby.
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| And that’s you
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| And that’s true
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| I really wish I didn’t care about you anymore,
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| But I do
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| What do I do when the rap-life
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| Make a motherfucker choose up in that fight?
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| Make a young couple do something sad like,
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| Being broke up even though we had life.
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| It’s the hardest rule to follow (I'm thinking of you)
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| I really wish that I could call you (What can I do?)
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| You can find another me tomorrow,
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| And that’s the hardest pill to swallow, babe.
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| If I woke up and I called it quits ('cause I’m thinking of you)
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| If today I gave up all of this (I don’t know what to do)
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| Maybe I could get you back tomorrow
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| And that’s the hardest pill to swallow, baby. |