Gotta lose to know when I get it right
What if I got to choose to know when I get it right
If it all goes away, it'd be enough
I can't recover from, I can't recover from
When it goes too far
Maybe I gotta lose
F*ck all your love, you're demon love
Your trauma love is something I don't wanna touch
Enough enough, just give it up
I took my time cause I don't wanna rush
I'm on a rush now,Feel the rush
Time is ticking, I think you need some help
I think I left for you, I did the best for you
Do not walk over me, do not care for you
We used to sex talk, but now we talk shit
Don't cut me off, acting tough, looking ratchet
This disrespect, you lie, you like to hang up
I disconnect your life, watch me on my come up
I'm too real, I know it
I'm too real, I show it
I'm too real for you, baby, you always sound annoying
You mad at me, I cannot eat, I do not f*ck with poison
And if you cannot handle the truth, baby, just keep moving
Maybe I gotta lose
To know when I get it right
What if I gotta choose
To know when I get it right
If it all goes away
It be enough
I can't recover from
I can't recover from
Maybe I gotta lose
I know you can't love me
You don't love you too
You can take away the pain if you wanted to
You so reckless when you talk, you give me attitude
Gave you best parts of me, but you just run right through
I tried to save you, I set you free, bae
You turn your back, disrespect me in the mean way
I'm not a robot, I got these feelings
Watch out for karma, cause she about to kill it
So go and tell everybody all the bad shit I did
Just to paint a perfect picture like you never did no shit
Cause baby, you ain't the saint
You're frozen, you're still the same
Still faking your own emotions for me
Going M.I.A
I'm too real, I know it
I'm too real, I show it
I'm too real for you, baby, you always sound annoying
You mad at me, I cannot eat, I do not f*ck with poison
And if you cannot handle the truth, baby, I gotta
Tryna love you
It's like tryna love
A heart
Without a heartbeat
You just can't do it
Shout out to the real ones left
Don't need no BBL Chick
I know that trend is dead
Man, I'm just being honest
You know I love that head
The realest in my bed
I need that feminine
Her skin tastes like that cinnamon
Now I'm missing LA
Like it was payday
If go down on you, baby girl
It's a mayday
Just treat your boy like a king
And I'ma take you on vacay
Rest in peace to all my exes
This the sound I know you hate