Uhhh a part of me wasjust thinking
Like maybe it's time to grow up
I'm trynna make sum decisions
But this shit gon' make me throw up
I don't be answering no texts
I don't be picking no calls
Unless it's one from my baby
And maybe some from the homies
I need a change of environment
I'm like 20 and shit
And i still live with moms
I share a room with my brothers
And i hate sharing the covers
The f*ck am i supposed to do though
The music ain't paying yet
All a nigga get is kudos
But i'm not finna worry
Cause a nigga got a tape on the way
Hopefully that shit gon' get me some pay
I walk around these streets with fake smile on my face
I really hope to God that my shitty life is gon' change
I'm running, running, running
Yeah yeah
I'm running, running, running
Yeah yeah
I'm running, running, running
Yeah yeah
But i can't run away from the truth