Questions

(Nah bro, you gotta get Braydon on that shit)

(She always gotta ask all the questions
Got a .40 on my side, not Wesson
And she giving me brain, like a lesson
During the day, she wants confessions)

She always gotta ask all the questions
Got a .40 on my side, not Wesson
And she giving me brain, like a lesson
During the day, she wants confessions

She wants me to tell her everything I do
I'm sorry that my word ain't enough for you
I feel down bad, like I caught the flu
Ridin' round in a space ship, just passed the moon

I'm outta this world, not an average dude
Always workin overtime, the bag I pursue
Im not sorry, I had to be rude
She showed red flags, I was fast to conclude

She always gotta ask all the questions
Got a .40 on my side, not Wesson
And she giving me brain, like a lesson
During the day, she wants confessions

I been running round
Doing my own thing
She wants me around
Like every damn day

And I don't know how
I'm gonna change
But I know that I gotta change someway

She's doing things to my thoughts, making me feel worse
Every time that we talk, it feels like a curse
I feel like I'm stalked, yeah, she always lurks
But I got this shit on lock, don't gotta revert

She always gotta ask all the questions
Got a .40 on my side, not Wesson
And she giving me brain, like a lesson
During the day, she wants confessions

(Oh, want confessions)
(No, want confessions)
(Oh, with the fed shit)
(I'm not gonna let that shit happen)