| You expect me to know, a lot of shit that I’m just out here tryna figure out
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| You expect me to know the answer to some shit that I’m just tryna get up out of
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| Where did the time, where did the time go?
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| I’m in the paint, tryna be Rondo
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| Of course, you got the answers, 'cause you ain’t the one that’s in my position
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| I’ve been sortin' through a lot of shit that’s in my head now
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| A lot of shit that had me scared now
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| And don’t you leave me here for dead now
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| I’ve been sortin' through a lot of shit that’s in my head now
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| A lot of shit that had me scared now
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| And don’t you leave me here for dead now
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| Look, the winter is here, depression is triplin'
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| Nobody give a shit, I’m gettin' bread
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| Industry really be killin' my niggas
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| Guess entertainment business yin and the yang
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| Wait, I’m not the same, I can’t find no peace
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| I sacrifice my world to a world that ignore me
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| Black man in therapy, 'cause white terror don’t sleep
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| I got to roll up my leaf, might stop the PTSD
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| Carried away, bitches break up with you if you don’t break
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| Niggas is lame, nigga my drive ain’t the same
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| Of course you irate, it’s a Wraith
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| On God, I got some reason to wear my head down (Head down)
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| Pray all my odds be even 'cause it get hard
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| And I follow what I feel, but that’s the issue (Issue)
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| My thoughts can be deceivin' if they get a warm welcome
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| I’ve been sortin' through a lot of shit that’s in my head now
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| A lot of shit that had me scared now
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| And don’t you leave me here for dead now
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| I’ve been sortin' through a lot of shit that’s in my head now
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| A lot of shit that had me scared now
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| And don’t you leave me here for dead now
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| And on God, she got some reason to wear her head down (Head down)
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| Pray all her odds be even 'cause it get hard
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| And she follow what she feel, and that’s the issue (Issue)
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| My thoughts can be deceivin', my thoughts can be deceivin'
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| Summer approachin', she look in the mirror, she wish it was winter
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| Her tummy is pokin'
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| Lookin' at Instagram, makin' you sick
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| Yeah, the figure you’re fishin' for ain’t in the ocean, no
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| Your potential is more than gold
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| Expectations is bogus though
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| Talk about what the eye don’t see, this is body dysmorphia
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| Most of these pseudo-celebrities ain’t really beautiful as you could ever be
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| Talkin', the tannin', and bleachin'
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| And all the procedures that make you go think that you not a queen
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| I ain’t judgin', just bein' real, if the silicone help your anxiety
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| If I like you enough I’ma foot the bill
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| But you do it for you shorty, not for me
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| That’s the cycle that she repeat
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| All the models she following livin' sweet
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| But the body she like doesn’t come for cheap
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| She will live under knife, for the infamy
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| But who am I to judge?
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| I got my own problems, so I am not the one
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| When things get dark, I be in my own mind
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| So even in the crowd I’ll be moreso alone
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| It’s like, yo
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| It’s like me
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| It’s like us
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| It’s like her
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| It’s like you
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| It’s like us
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| I’ve been sortin' through a lot of shit that’s in my head now
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| A lot of shit that had me scared now
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| And don’t you leave me here for dead now
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| I’ve been sortin' through a lot of shit that’s in my head now
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| A lot of shit that had me scared now
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| And don’t you leave me here for dead now |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Expectations , by - Wale. Song from the album Wow... That's Crazy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп