Broken Hearts

I think it’s crazy to flex
You only need me when you can’t let go of your ex
Sorry, I cannot be pressed
You got a nigga delusional thinking he next
Up on that stage, the performance is begging a nigga to follow and crash out on set
He coming back to the team with an L on his chest and his heart being torn off the sleeve
Try not to chase after women that think they hold value on levels amounting to green
She want material things
She only want to be queen
She is a fraud
He wanted love to be seen
He wanted pussy but think it’s just trials from the god
Okay okay okay okay okay okay
They need some help
One bad intention to make someone feel what you’re feeling is up there with killing yourself
Bitches and niggas alike when they’re hurt
Broken hearts are yearning harder to work
Get together with somebody who’s in love with titles thinking it’s about the perks
And I ain’t dissing on it cause I’m still the same
I take it personal if you just bring me pain

I need a moment
It take a lot knowing you’re in the wrong with your actions, but kudos to you if you own it
Vision too clouded, it’s harder when you can’t imagine there’s someone that makes you feel wanted
She need somebody to listen and not think the sex coming later to him is a bonus
He need a woman that treats his depression like hers, if it strikes then she knows how to zone it
Okay that chick is like me and I hate it cause now I’m too occupied fighting myself
You’ll understand you’re unbearable then and accept that it’s time you should try and get help
Where do we start in the mirrors, it’s awful accessing yourself and removing the mask
Tired of wanting to change, tired of wanting that horrible feeling to pass
Constantly stuck in the past, you can’t accept that the future is changing too fast
Live in the now is a task
Broken hearts struggle in making things last