17/14 lyrics

by

YP


How come I go insaine when the thought of your name come to brain
Thinking bout our past sh*t was insaine
f*cked around on a rough day
See you in bed getting laid
On the concept that another man doing the same as me
Why me
Why another man
Why you gotta f*ck around get me upper hand
Why it f*cking hurt so bad
Maybe cause your the reason i lost m socials
Remorse for everything that was local
Going insaine thinking bout the brain
Really made me go crazy bout you
Maybe that’s the reason why I love you
Yeah
Maybe that’s the reason
Yeah
I Keep getting stuck in these bad habits
Like joe budden calling people out bout to get assisted
If it’s really meant to be then take a look and see cause these people try get to me acting all different in a club meet
Chilling On the 45 with a door 9 I call 5 shots for the poor guy who only had a dream for the high rise

Is it to late this time
Is it to late this rhyme x3

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