Cloudy with a chance

What if every girl that said she loved me actually meant it
And didn’t play with my head to the point that I had to regret it
We were going back and forth like it was matches of tennis
I tried to trust you but its hard when you go back on your sentence

What if every house I lived in didn’t have to be rented
And all my homies out the flats, no one back on the benefits
We the ones the caught the slack when we wеre homeless and kеpt it in
They all up on my back like I ain’t known to put effort in

Over this jealous shit, they hate to see me slowly developing
And these girls message now but I was broke with depression then
I hate the way I looked I never used to post on anything
My face was in a book I wouldn’t trade this shit for anything

I knew I couldn’t trust her from the moment that I met the bitch
I knew that I’d regret it, that’s the dumbest that I’ve ever bin
You were on the fence but I’m the one who stuck through thick and thin
You really think I’m cold when your the one that went and left with him

If it wasn’t for my mates and all the family I’ve lost then I probably wouldn’t take this shit serious
If it wasn’t for the music and the fans that I’ve got, than real talk, maybe no one’d hear this shit

If it wasn’t for my mates and all the family I’ve lost then I probably wouldn’t take this shit serious
If it wasn’t for the music and the fans that I’ve got, than real talk, maybe no one’d hear this shit

I’ve bin questioning everything, why the fuck did I put effort in?
Got better things to do with my time than be stuck stressing here
Im the one that’s losing my mind fighting through everything
So why does she still wonder why I never ring?
It’s never clear

Every time you said you love me swear you said it weird
If I’ve bin on the rise and still felt lower than I’ve ever bin
Imagine what this shit might do to me if I just let it slip
I don’t seem to ever win, I think it’s time I get a grip

You said that I could make it that’s what made me think I’m meant for this
I hate that I keep memories of us fighting over petty shit
I was feeling empty like a ride that’s got no petty
At the same time I’m going off path like I ain’t ever driven

Don’t get a minute to my self to try to comprehend what’s going on
So how am I to tell the difference?
I don’t listen to my self unless it’s negative thoughts
I kept it all to my self
The truth is it would of helped if I didn’t

If it wasn’t for my mates and all the family I’ve lost then I probably wouldn’t take this shit serious
If it wasn’t for the music and the fans that I’ve got, than real talk, maybe no one’d hear this shit

If it wasn’t for my mates and all the family I’ve lost then I probably wouldn’t take this shit serious
If it wasn’t for the music and the fans that I’ve got, than real talk, maybe no one’d hear this shit