| Yeah, don’t talk 'bout it
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| Don’t talk 'bout it, uh, uh
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| Don’t talk 'bout it
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| Don’t talk 'bout it
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| Don’t talk 'bout it, yeah, yeah
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| Don’t talk 'bout it
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| Papi
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| Why do I feel so alone?
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| Like everyone seems to be out to get me
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| Feeling like everyone’s the same
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| But then I guess that makes me crazy
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| Screaming RIP Nicole, and RIP them all
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| And RIP my angel, wish that she was coming home
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| Talking about how there would be plenty of grapes on the grapevine
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| I feel devastated and agitated at the same time
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| No ceilings, I aim high
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| No feelings, they ain’t mine
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| No minutes, there ain’t time
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| Danger, no sign
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| Tell me, how am I supposed to live if you ain’t living, bae?
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| How am I supposed to change if not forgiven, bae?
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| Know you watching me from above, I hate for you to see
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| The heartaches, someone put me out my misery
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| When younger, told me love was in the air
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| Lately I just never care
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| All the walls are caving in
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| And I hate myself again
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| And I thought my plan would work
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| Got my feet up in the dirt
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| But I’m questioning my worth
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| And I need you now
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| Better hold on, baby, you’re strong
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| You’re a soldier, yeah
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| They say that things change all around you
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| Getting older, yeah
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| And until like we work stay by my side
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| Ring your hotline
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| I know how hard it all can be |