22 years

I'ma have to take my time with it
Forgot what I wanted to say
But I’ma vibe wit' it
Short term memory is fried
Who am I kidding? I'm ready to give up
On the life that I’m living
I can never tell when you being coy with me
Baby girl, why you stay ignoring me?
Don't jus' toy with me
I spend every dollar that I have
On a unhealthy coping tech
Frying every brain cell that's is left
Masking the pain well what is next
Bitch I think I'm 'bouta bust this fuckin' hand
Across ya face the double lace
Leave the scene without a trace
Bitch I think I'm bouta bust
The biggest nut I’m storing up
Can’t get enough
She be teasing me, it's an easy feat
I’m such a sucker for a beautiful woman
She don't need nothin' but for some reason
It's me she be pleasing, been a couple years
Man I been feening
Bitch I think I’m 'bouta bust my fuckin' lung
22 years on his world, I've had enough
I know I been looking rough, sleep 10 hours a day
Right to actin' up
My bitch look good in some nice pants
My man Tyler said as we pulled up in the pink van
Please join me for a dance
If there's something
You about then tell 'em
Never been the one to short sell 'em
And I'm kissing on her neck
While she grabbing on my waist
Pull 'em to the side and I get a little taste
Never been the one to make a move
Before I say please
Man I think I'm 'bouta bust right thru them doors
22 years gave me a lot of to adore
Yeah, keep hitting my dm's
For them reposts, bitch I don't sell those
I think I'm 'bout to erupt
22 years on this planet
Man I know I'm fuckin' done
It's felt like a fuckin' lifetime already
Can't get a day in with my emotions steady
Everything just toppling over
As I feel it getting colder
Couple more months 'til the summers comin'
Man I don't know how I been bumming
This long, still nothings happening
Me and my boys always rapping and
We know how to get shit started
But we can't get it much further than that
I don't know how to get shit on the map
I just wanna fuckin' tell you that
I'll never be the man you really wanna see