Tobiah - WORRIED!

Tobi i been worried bout ya
I been calling in your mom
I been calling all your friends
Tobi i been worried, did you run away again
All these facts don't really blend
I been crying and them tears don't ever end (Huh)
Tobi i been worried bout ya
I been calling in your mom
I been calling all your friends and tobi i been worried Did you run away again
All these facts don't really blend
I been crying and them tears don't ever end (Huh)
Them tears drop like promotion comments
Copy and paste em
I'm steady chasing this paper
I ain't wasting my pockets
I think i forgot how to count blessings
Don't tell my reverend
I left my daddy fore' he could leave me
Go get my breakfast but please
Nobody tell him no parent want they damn son rapping
My dad might go pull out a stick and get my lungs gasping
He gon do it quick, ain't no time to reach for the bible
Last sunday, higher than eiffel
And my ig got a scripture title
Move fast, i been going for the chicken
Mom on my ass all the classes i'm missing
Promote in your comments i promise i'm different
Don't see the potential you gotta be kidding
I been making poems since the kid was 6
Writing and shitting in diapers
Rip a nigga ear off just like tyson
Put it to my tape and a nigga might like it
Tobi, where you been at nigga
There ain't no chit chat
Nappy headed lil nigga
You playing football this year but ain't no progress When i check stats
Them shorts is getting dirty
Them pockets hungry like kirby
Small ass ears but you still heard me nigga
Tobi i been worried bout ya
I been calling in your mom
I been calling all your friends and tobi i been worried
Did you run away again
All these facts don't really blend
I been crying and them tears don't ever end (Huh)
Tobi i been worried bout ya
I been calling in your mom
I been calling all your friends
Tobi i been worried, did you run away again
All these facts don't really blend
I been crying and them tears don't ever end (Huh)
I need three hands to count the people i lost my mama only need one
Man my voice a lil raspy last friend just popped himself in his damn gut
I put my sadness into thoughts (Huh)
I put my thoughts on a pad
They ain't seen the big frown with my tears flown
But they seen me head down with my earphones
I was plottin
I was jottin (Huh)
Suicidal thoughts into a rhythm
Soul searching like omegle niggas
Can't get no bitch but i can get a pistol
Blow my brains, all this blood abysmal
Or put 5 xans into my system
My bad that's a little bit graphic
But it ain't shit till the shit really happen
I ain't got no heart y'all threw it in traffic
With no hesitation
Shoot my shot and i brick it, another statistic
I know i'm never gonna make it uh
My ear against the wall
Listened too much
To stop a downfall
They yellin (You suck)
I'ma get the chicken
In my food truck
Mama gon live in the white hood
(Klu Klux)
I've been worried bout you (Uh, hey)
I've been worried bout you, oh (Hey, yuh)
Tobi i been worried bout ya
I been calling in your mom
I been calling all your friends
Aye nigga i been worried, did you run away again
All these facts don't really blend
I been crying and them tears don't ever end (Huh)

Written by:
Tobiah Agiriga

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