Ps3 - 2Busy

Yeah,
Too busy paper chasin'
Too busy chasin' payments
All I wanted was love
But all I got was hatred
So much on my mind I don't know how to deal with it
Tryin' to adjust to the new way that I'm livin'
Mixed emotions, I can't even tell you how I'm feelin
They don't love me anymore And I can feel it
Yeah, is you my dog or what? What the fuck is up
Man, you hurt me bad You done lost my trust
Did me wrong even though you know I've been through too much
And it's crazy, dawg, cause we've been down since pups
But if it's up, we take it through the ceiling
Hurt to cut off someone you love, I wish I had no feelings
All that loyalty shit you preach, you supposed to be the realest
Niggas stuntin' for the gram just so they can feel litt
I just wanna feel rich
Intoxicate my body, I don't wanna feel shit
Sometimes I see red, I wanna go and kill shit
They gon' push me to the edge, they gon' hit the kill switch
And if I want him dead, fye, fye, fye, real quick
If you love your homie, let him know he could be gone after today
Feel funny huggin' my mama with this pole on my waist
Pull up on her, show my face, then I be gone for some days
She said, boy, be safe, she wish I just stayed in one place
But I can't
Runnin' right behind that bag, I'm on a chase
All I know is get that cash and duck the Jakes
I'm busy runnin' from my past, dodgin' the fake
Too busy paper chasin'
Too busy chasin' payments
All I wanted was love
But all I got was hatred
So much on my mind I don't know how to deal with it
Tryin' to adjust to the new way that I'm livin'
Mixed emotions, I can't even tell you how I'm feelin
They don't love me anymore And I can feel it

Written by:
Prince Spivey

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