| I dissected insecurities and laid them on my lap | 
| She’s worried bout the honesty that’s held by those who rap | 
| But in a perfect world and life, | 
| I might of felt this and refrained | 
| Might’ve gave her all of me | 
| and never played the silly game | 
| I learned to play why mention names? | 
| you get the gist | 
| I admit, I broke the fences, trampled trust | 
| fell to lust it’s a gift | 
| I dismiss it as curse, | 
| no worse than common thieves | 
| The hearts in my possession | 
| all the loss of those I need | 
| And when I leave I return, | 
| bridges burn do they learn? | 
| I’m concerned with my universal state of karma earned | 
| I’ve tossed and I’ve turned | 
| ate the apple and the worm | 
| And tequila shots they burned, | 
| Counted the leaves off the fern | 
| The petals they wilt and died | 
| The night of tension they deserved | 
| For the man to call to cry, | 
| Filled selfishness and nerve. | 
| Stay selfless and disturbed | 
| Unstable and concerned | 
| With that bitter self-esteem | 
| You’ve returned | 
| Baby earn, look… | 
| Trust me? | 
| Don’t trust me. | 
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my person baby | 
| Trust me? | 
| don’t trust me. | 
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my circle babe | 
| Trust me? | 
| Don’t trust me. | 
| Players seem to form once that life take that turn, look | 
| Trust me? | 
| Don’t trust me. | 
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my personal | 
| Analyze what wasn’t meant to be, be free. | 
| Free yourself from anyone who wants to hold you down beneath it all | 
| I seen it all, I thought I did | 
| Almost, almost never did. | 
| Never did. | 
| Guilt get the best of my secrets hid | 
| I took them far away to that place I never visit | 
| They beg for me to stay I pretend I’m so exquisite. | 
| Comfortable with living barely scraping up these digits | 
| Then they plan to dig a hole of unattainable forgiveness | 
| But I have and they laugh, | 
| They make jokes on my behalf, | 
| Tell folks who never ask | 
| Now they take scope my broken glass | 
| Half empty, low on gas | 
| I’m an asshole and bad dude | 
| And I ask you just be true, and stay fake | 
| A hypocrite with no fate | 
| I gain space and travel far | 
| Almost like a salesman, | 
| I’m a failed man in a broken car | 
| Wishing on that start of grand success | 
| I’m a mess a ball of stress | 
| And I guess I’ll never rest til the day I meet my death… yes | 
| Trust me? | 
| Don’t trust me. | 
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my person baby | 
| Trust me? | 
| don’t trust me. | 
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my circle babe | 
| Trust me? | 
| Don’t trust me. | 
| Players seem to form once that life take that turn, look | 
| Trust me? | 
| Don’t trust me. | 
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my personal | 
| Trust me? | 
| Don’t trust me. | 
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my person baby | 
| Trust me? | 
| don’t trust me. | 
| Honestly it’s hard for me to love outside my circle babe |