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WHY TRY Video (MV)




Performed By: STWLou
Language: English
Length: 1:58
Written by: Dalu Gondwe




STWLou - WHY TRY Lyrics
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Had to get back in my bag, you know
Hoes in my phone, swear I got more than a few
Case you acting up, then I could switch you out
Just like that
I'm a cold nigga, facts
Don't be playing around with the cap
Hard on hoes, you can blame my ex
Sipping on wock to forget bad trips
Trusted girls that didn't deserve it And now I'm the one who's hurting
Myself and all of these women Crazy, this shit a pattern
Stuck in it, doing damage I really wish it was different
Met you in good conditions, cause I'm hurting you
Wish I could be different, I tried therapy
The only thing that cure me is this music
Writing bout my muses
My heart got so much bruising
I don't know why I try with you, no
No, no
Woah, woah, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I try
I don't know why I even try with you no more
Ayy
I say, I love you for sure, maybe it's true
And you are the one for me
You get a bar
She get a car
Passing these whips to my bitches like Oprah
Take that shit back, she on busses like Rosa
She don't act right, why the f*ck would I post her
Know I'm bipolar, I don't feel the same
Loopy off perk, I ain't feeling no pain
Muscle relax, got lean in my vein
Women I f*ck, keep acting the same
Digits I'm keeping in case
Pussy ain't free and you know I got pape
F*cking these hoes for the hype Then it's right back on the flight
Problems with Q had me dissing my brother
Niggas are saying we'll never recover
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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Had to get back in my bag, you know
Hoes in my phone, swear I got more than a few
Case you acting up, then I could switch you out
Just like that
I'm a cold nigga, facts
Don't be playing around with the cap
Hard on hoes, you can blame my ex
Sipping on wock to forget bad trips
Trusted girls that didn't deserve it And now I'm the one who's hurting
Myself and all of these women Crazy, this shit a pattern
Stuck in it, doing damage I really wish it was different
Met you in good conditions, cause I'm hurting you
Wish I could be different, I tried therapy
The only thing that cure me is this music
Writing bout my muses
My heart got so much bruising
I don't know why I try with you, no
No, no
Woah, woah, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
I try
I don't know why I even try with you no more
Ayy
I say, I love you for sure, maybe it's true
And you are the one for me
You get a bar
She get a car
Passing these whips to my bitches like Oprah
Take that shit back, she on busses like Rosa
She don't act right, why the f*ck would I post her
Know I'm bipolar, I don't feel the same
Loopy off perk, I ain't feeling no pain
Muscle relax, got lean in my vein
Women I f*ck, keep acting the same
Digits I'm keeping in case
Pussy ain't free and you know I got pape
F*cking these hoes for the hype Then it's right back on the flight
Problems with Q had me dissing my brother
Niggas are saying we'll never recover
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
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Writer: Dalu Gondwe
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