Henjamin - Most Hated

Oh the way I breathe you in
It's the texture of your skin
I wanna wrap my arms around you, baby
Never let you go, oh
And I say, oh
There's nothing like your touch
It's the way you lift me up, yeah
And I'll be right here with you 'til
And I say
Back from Costa Rica took the braids up out my hair
Villa by the water smell like sex and underwear
No words can describe what a nigga really seen
Hookah and the liquor became our routine
Yeah but I gotta get some shit up off my chest
My life a rollercoaster up and down what a mess
Lost my good friend to a bitch I never liked
Still apologizing cause I gotta make this right
I hear the chatter from the ones that never mattered
Talk behind my back but in my face full of laughter
Let me mention something that really struck a nerve
Like my white friends calling me racial slurs
Crazy how fast you boys done switch up
Tryna' break me down but I only build up
I don't need that energy, I'm blocking out the sound
So I don't need no invite to no fucking common ground
So who you mad at? Me or yourself
Got all this wealth but still ain't doing well
And when you come around there ain't gon' be no long talk
Have my niggas take you out, leave your body in Montauk
I found inner peace meditating with Reece
Been dealing with these hoes I don't know which one I should keep
I was fucking on Brianna before the fat transfer
Loyal to her boyfriend but I really know the answer
Rich in the cut still not giving a fuck
Been hangin' low-key but the bitches are star struck
New pendant on the chain but it really ain't cost much
Been wavy all summer getting drunk off the rum punch
My baby call me Hank cause I'm the king of her hill
She let me cop a feel whenever she wearing them heels
These niggas claim success but ain't really achieve nothing
Even in the back, you boys be still frontin'
I'm the man still ain't nothin' to be debated
Everything I do seems to be calculated
Bitches ask me if I'm single, I tell 'em it's complicated
Could of swore I had a stylist the way I be in the latest
The shit you talking cap like you niggas done graduated
Disgusted by fake love, I'd rather be isolated
Paint the picture clear the way I illustrate it
Starting to like the feeling of being most hated

Written by:
Henry Poliard

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