| Every project need a moment like this
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| This is mine
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| Sometime I wake up in cold sweats
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| Nightmares crowding my nights, feeling regrets
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| Of my past decisions, past decisions with women
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| Fast decisions, I smashed, then smashed to the clinic
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| Trails of spirits, prettier than dandelions
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| Unborn born kids of mine, yelling out daddy why?
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| Why I couldn’t make it through?
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| What was special about the other two, two?
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| I can hear their little voices now
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| And to them girls that I took down that abortion aisle
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| All that fussing, all that fighting, all that forcing, I’ll
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| Apologize even though that might mean nothing now
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| And I don’t know that for a long time now (should I)
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| Swallow my pride and make my peace with the Lord now
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| 'Cause only he knows, if one day I’ma have to reap what I sow
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| They say that I’m selfish
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| I don’t know why
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| They calling me selfish
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| But I don’t reply
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| They say that I’m selfish
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| I don’t disagree
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| 'Cause when I ain’t selfish
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| Nobody lookin' out for me (me, me)
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| I ain’t going to blame it on my age, I was knowing better
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| Selling dreams while I was fucking, I’m a hoe, whatever
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| No condoms, I was nothing and damn near whatever
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| Running around like crown was on top of my heada
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| King ding-a-ling, shit, what a ding-a-ling
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| Now I’m sitting in the waiting room, bell ring-a-ling
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| She comes out, body all depleted
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| I’m trying to soothe her mind, telling her we didn’t really need it
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| Promising the future kids all the rest of evening
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| Soon as I drop off a nigga get to leaving
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| Hit traffic weaving, staight to the next one
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| It’s all good 'til that «we need to talk» text come
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| And I don’t know that for a long time now (Should I)
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| Swallow my pride and make my peace with the Lord now
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| 'Cause only he knows, if one day I’ma have to reap what I sow
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| They say that I’m selfish
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| I don’t know why
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| They calling me selfish
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| But I don’t reply
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| They say that I’m selfish
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| I don’t disagree
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| 'Cause when I ain’t selfish
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| Nobody lookin' out for me (me)
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| God, I’m seeing where I went wrong
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| Am I being punished for everything that I did wrong?
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| Staring at my son’s neck, tryin' to put this bib on
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| Over the tube that he breathing through
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| Lookin' back up, knowing I believe in you
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| And yeah, I’m thankful for the blessings I receive from you
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| I give 'em all back, for that fucking breathing tube
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| To be, in me, instead of he
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| But, I know this gon' make me a better me
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| Lookin' me again, still think so selfishly
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| I’m grippin' on that handle, while traveling through the streets
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| Driving me crazy, tank damn near on E
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| And I don’t know that for a long time now (Should I)
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| Swallow my pride and make my peace with the lord now
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| 'Cause only he knows, if this is me reaping what I sow |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Selfish , by - Problem. Song from the album Selfish, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп