I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I hear you got some problems I ain't tryin' to solve 'em
I live my life and you keep cause me, stress
You need to get it off your chest
But baby I am not your bench press
No, Nor am I your doctor
I just called you cause you bed rockin' and you got the hot sex
The context getting confused
Like what you buying and like how it got you in a mood
I could give a f*ck about the brand of your shoes
Ima take a cruise, I bid you farewell
Cause I don't give a f*ck about shit but self-care
And all you seem to do is focus on raisin' hell
Baby I ain't bout it
You be actin rabid
So I say I'm out and getting higher than the attic
On a different wavelength you be too dramatic
Always get me charged up
Gotta ground the static
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I ain't got the answers homie please leave me alone
See my time is precious so don't get me out my zone
What the f*ck you on
You just gonna have to figure-it out but your lone
My heart done turned to cold from the Q that you pose
Like should I send a text or should I call her on my phone
Homie I don't know
Should I take her out or should I take her to my home
Actin' like a child while you frontin' full grown
I know if I had a clone or two
I could change the whole world and broaden up the view
I could be a sage or personal guru
Have an answer to
All the mysteries of life and I could share with you
But it just ain't so
I'm only one man, and you gotta know
That I got my own questions, that need answers
But you keep comin' at me with the banter
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to
I always got too many people
Asking questions
I got no answers to