MrBrandnew - 4 Am Thoughts

Think of I'll the shit that we done through
From the beginning all the way into the end
I could be out chillin wit my main slime
But you think I'm out partying wit friends
So many bitches tryna get up in my bed
But you the only that's stuck inside my head
Its kinda hard to be in a relationship
When you the only one in the relationship
I been running up a bag and chasing cash baby
I could Show you why I act the way I act
I know I miss you but you cannot have me back baby
Cuz you the main reason I started to drag

Appreciate the shit that you done did for me
It's kinda hard for me so I try to forget
I wrote this song at 4am cuz I was thinking bout you
Was reminiscing on that love I use to get
This was poem i turnt it into a damn song
Just to show you how versatile I can get
You left a nigga now they bringing in them back ends
Ain't tryna flex but yuh new nigga broke as shit

Tell me what you wanna be baby girl what you wanna see cause I could take you out And show something you ain't never seen before
I'm on some other shit I just bought me another whip
And I'm bout to slide out and pick you up in front yuh brother shit
These niggas be hatin now a days that's why the gun on me
Baby stop asking all of them questions I'm living comfortably
And niggas keep my name in they mouth I hope it get stick you see
Cuz I'm bout to shine bright just like the sun with out a shady tree
I see y'all upset Bc y'all don't got the gift that god done gave to me stop hating please
All of the talk and the hate you see it ain't fazing you gota treat the rap game like Thanksgiving get a plate and eat
And if you don't you gon broke sittin waiting patiently
I done took my time and stepped back shot and made that fuck in three
And if another bitch come break my heart she gettin put to sleep
I ain't got no time for waisting time
I'm tryna beat the streets
It's hard for me some of my niggas stuck and they depend on me
I'm smokin dope and gettin head thinking bout what you did to me
Was so in love was thinking like why the fuck is she tryna leave Everything it add up
I thought about it eventually
But now I got a queen she on her thrown listening to her king

Written by:
Julius Buckson

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