Blu-J4Y - the pettiest things

Amen
Amen, amen amen, yeah
Let me tell y'all sum

Amen, amen
Amen, amen

Yeah

And I've been going harder
Show you when I pull up how I grab the charger
Heater on my side I need that stick talking
With yo bitch walking
To yo crib, to pop yo shit I ain't no bitch wilding

Step on my block, you scream out to god
You was an atheist, not now
Im at the point where you see through the rot
Look through the sky, then time stopped
I never knew how to say what I wanted to say, I tell you I was stuck in a maze, im inside a race, with 32 other new bitches that might just go both ways

So where will you go now?
Where will you go baby?
How did you find out, that you're out of love baby?

I know, I know, baby I know
I wont drive long, bae I'll be home
I don't know why your codependency, is always killing me, mentally

All the alcohol that she been drinking fucking with my liver
It'll make more sense if you think, Its not just because I miss her
All this torment pushed me to steal, shit I can't be a giver
I know all the love around was bound to be evil

Evil and fakes, two of the pettiest things
Jealousy will make you do shame
Never only rap jus for the fame
Feel the music put it in your veins
It helps you run away

When you need an umbrella from the rain
Or a little Percocet for your pain
Hold on bro, we on the same page?
I know I got you on my phone line, but never feels the same

Yeah, no new balance, I pray to find my balance
I need guidance you guide me to your palace
What we doing? this bedroom full of malice bae
I playing bae get me out this palace bae

I think it's so disrespectful
You sit there, talk to the devil
You need to open the Bible
Go and read all your verses
Before you lie in a hearse
I know you playing the person
I know you can be a better person
No, you can be a better person yeah
I know I could be a better person

I'm not perfect
I could be a better person
Self-awareness
I'm thanking God I earned it, yeah

Evil and fakes, two of the pettiest things
Jealousy will make you do shame
Never only rap jus for the fame
Feel the music put it in your veins
It helps you run away

When you need an umbrella from the rain
Or a little Percocet for your pain
Hold on bro, we on the same page?
I know I got you on my phone line, but never feels the same

Written by:
Taylor Haralson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find