Jealousy
Vanity
All that lean
Tryna be what you need
Fixing me
Ooh you lead
Then you leave
Cruelty
Could it be vanity?
Could it be vani-ty?
Oh it takes some time (yeah)
To realize
That the things we do might not matter but (no no no)
You're just all about that clouting dawg
Drowning in your tears
Hearts racing, fears
Little bit of, tear
Getting on your knees
Practice what you preach (preach preach)
Preacher man preacher man don't be a hypocrite
Mehn you posed to be, someone I could vent to
Now all I do is air ya
Sometimes I may
Sometimes I don't
Feel the vibe that you be feeling inside
I had to try my faith, my soul, my pride
Jealousy
Vanity
All that lean
Tryna be what you need
Fixing me
Ooh you lead
Then you leave
Cruelty
Could it be vanity?
Could it be vani-ty?
Take your will like a firstborn son (your will)
May my will be done
I'm just tryna be honest from the start
My mind is a hive
I be tired
I'm tryna survive
Then retire (yeah)
I might just dive in a pool full of liquor
Sip it down till I fall (till I fall)
The stone the builder rejected
Roll a blunt get stoned, like Steven, rejected
I must say I ain't sorry for the way I acted
Cause I felt attacked and
It's cool, I'm high, galactic
My music's the tool that you get smacked with
Flows cold better get your blankets
You got served, it comes in packets
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Jealousy
Vanity
All that lean
Tryna be what you need
Fixing me
Ooh you lead
Then you leave
Cruelty
Could it be vanity?
Could it be vani-ty?
Oh it takes some time (yeah)
To realize
That the things we do might not matter but (no no no)
You're just all about that clouting dawg
Drowning in your tears
Hearts racing, fears
Little bit of, tear
Getting on your knees
Practice what you preach (preach preach)
Preacher man preacher man don't be a hypocrite
Mehn you posed to be, someone I could vent to
Now all I do is air ya
Sometimes I may
Sometimes I don't
Feel the vibe that you be feeling inside
I had to try my faith, my soul, my pride
Jealousy
Vanity
All that lean
Tryna be what you need
Fixing me
Ooh you lead
Then you leave
Cruelty
Could it be vanity?
Could it be vani-ty?
Take your will like a firstborn son (your will)
May my will be done
I'm just tryna be honest from the start
My mind is a hive
I be tired
I'm tryna survive
Then retire (yeah)
I might just dive in a pool full of liquor
Sip it down till I fall (till I fall)
The stone the builder rejected
Roll a blunt get stoned, like Steven, rejected
I must say I ain't sorry for the way I acted
Cause I felt attacked and
It's cool, I'm high, galactic
My music's the tool that you get smacked with
Flows cold better get your blankets
You got served, it comes in packets
Vanity
All that lean
Tryna be what you need
Fixing me
Ooh you lead
Then you leave
Cruelty
Could it be vanity?
Could it be vani-ty?
Oh it takes some time (yeah)
To realize
That the things we do might not matter but (no no no)
You're just all about that clouting dawg
Drowning in your tears
Hearts racing, fears
Little bit of, tear
Getting on your knees
Practice what you preach (preach preach)
Preacher man preacher man don't be a hypocrite
Mehn you posed to be, someone I could vent to
Now all I do is air ya
Sometimes I may
Sometimes I don't
Feel the vibe that you be feeling inside
I had to try my faith, my soul, my pride
Jealousy
Vanity
All that lean
Tryna be what you need
Fixing me
Ooh you lead
Then you leave
Cruelty
Could it be vanity?
Could it be vani-ty?
Take your will like a firstborn son (your will)
May my will be done
I'm just tryna be honest from the start
My mind is a hive
I be tired
I'm tryna survive
Then retire (yeah)
I might just dive in a pool full of liquor
Sip it down till I fall (till I fall)
The stone the builder rejected
Roll a blunt get stoned, like Steven, rejected
I must say I ain't sorry for the way I acted
Cause I felt attacked and
It's cool, I'm high, galactic
My music's the tool that you get smacked with
Flows cold better get your blankets
You got served, it comes in packets
Writer: Samuel Dodo
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