nauseous

Three

Remember they ain't see the vision
Now they flocking
I wake up at 2AM, I'm feeling nauseous
I remember when they told me
I should stop this and now I passed them
So they calling me obnoxious
Please, stop tryna tell me that I
Need another option
He talk shit on Twitter, when I see you
We gon' pop shit
Now they like, "Damn, he switching up
He think he hot shit"
It's not my fault you're fucking broke
And you ain't got shit

She throw her phone at the wall
She praying to God that I call
But God don't hear her at all
I guess she ran all out of friends
She shop alone at the mall
I cut her off and now
She's pissed, she's like
"How you have the gall?"
It's not my job to save no one, no
I'm not nobody's savior it's 2AM
I'm skipping stones and now
You're blowing my pager
I'm too nauseous in the back
But I'll still call you later
I'm just tryna feed my fam'
Before I'm meeting my maker

Wake up from another daydream
It's a new day
But I'm still doing the same things
But when it all comes crashing down
Don't fucking blame me
So many people weren't around
'til as of lately
Lately, I've been fucked up
I hope they don't notice
She been talking 'bout me
I just try to focus
I can't trust a damn soul, everybody bogus
I can't even trip on it 'cause I
Know that I'm chosen, I chose this, i

Remember they ain't see the vision
Now they flocking
I wake up at 2AM, I'm feeling nauseous
I remember when they told me
I should stop this and now I passed them
So they calling me obnoxious
Please, stop tryna tell me that
I need another option
He talk shit on Twitter, when I see you
We gon' pop shit
Now they like, "Damn, he switching up
He think he hot shit"
It's not my fault you're fucking broke
And you ain't got shit

She throw her phone at the wall
She praying to God that I call
But God don't hear her at all
I guess she ran all out of friends
She shop alone at the mall
I cut her off and now
She's pissed, she's like
"How you have the gall?"
It's not my job to save no one, no
I'm not nobody's savior it's 2AM
I'm skipping stones and now
You're blowing my pager
I'm too nauseous in the back
But I'll still call you later
I'm just tryna feed my fam'
Before I'm meeting my maker