Ry'lea - Raise Me Up Lyrics

Yet again that's probably no surprise for you,
Lot of people I know you was taking too long, so I went and cut all the ties for you,
Used to think it was stronger with those back at home but I'm sorry, I don't got the time for you,
You need me? You know I ain't far down the road if you hit me you know I'll still slide for you,
Been growing impatient with all of you women, I still did the climb for you,
Used to think about raising the Fahrenheit,
Then I noticed most things aren't fair in life,
And this shit it gets deeper than Barry White,
In due time, right now it's a scary sight,
No I don't gotta ride with no Coup de tat,
In a coupe, use the rear view to suit the tie,
I should've stayed friends with that one at the Tutor Time,
And my Ex look like she work in Buddakan,
Shawty tells me it's all about trust with her,
Never lied on the girls that I f*cked with her,
But the truth really wasn't enough with her,
I guess I really ran out of luck, I get it,
Cause I seen her out, I think she was at Finnegan's,
I wish she knew that I'm just trying to hit again,
Just like a ceiling fan, I'm trying to spin again,
Shawty I'm trying to spin again,
You know lately I really been hooping now,
Seeing dreams I wanted since a juvenile,
Been some years with no candles and cake they done blew them out,
I wish those wishes came true and now,
I wish I ain't waste my time saying sorry,
Seen a baddie last week, she was born in Saudi,
And she got feeling like a bad boy, not those "bad boys" more like Martin Lawrence,
I'm focused on getting these niggas off me,
I'm maturing, I don't usually date all these women,
Like f*ck it, can we grab a Coffee or something?
I feel like that dude out the office or something,
Like I need a moment that we could remember,
No girl in the club really wants me for me or cause I bring the heat in the coldest December,
Cause I bring the D, I ain't talking defender,
This life that we live man this shit getting brutal,
I bring up what's truthful they all get defensive,
I try not to mention controlling my temper,
Cause lately it seems every topic is tender,
Giving a lot up for people that don't even love me for real, they ain't really a member,
Hate getting texts about shit from the past, like really how am I supposed to remember that shit,
Niggas been watching my work and my following, damn,
Niggas been stenciling shit,
Think that I'm perfect but know I ain't perfect, like damn,
I know that I'm meant for this shit,
Just know I ain't leaving my shit up to odds or a chance,
I really make plans for this shit,
Like damn, I just need to hand in this shit, yeah,