Camrhen - Patience (feat. Ashton!)

Tried to be patient but bae it wasn't working
City to city you know that I'm touring
When I wasn't home, bae you was out and flirting
And niggas envy me I feel them lurking
These lil niggas look up to me
It was one night bae stop calling me
Through these jeans you can see these racks
Rick Owen jeans, they made to relax
Blue strip hundreds, I spend on packs
You can take your girl you can have her back
Cry my pain in a all black bach
Girl pull up then I'm beating her back
You twist my words, but you can't twist facts
When I was at my worst you stabbed my back
Baby got money she flying away
When you try to leave I beg you to stay
When I was feeling down you made it okay
I was there for you, you didn't care anyway
Bang your line and you never pick up
In my feelings pour some lean in my cup
Didn't help so I doubled it up
I'm outside baby I'm pulling up
Tried to be patient but bae it wasn't working
City to city you know that I'm touring
When I wasn't home bae you was out and flirting
I'm in the trap and i'm wrapping, wrapping
Keep me a pole i'm not lacking, lacking
Baby tell me she love my music
Sorry right now, I can't love you back and when i'm in it swear that I just abuse it
I ain't never fronting, no i'm not acting
She say she don't like how i'm distant
I just been doing the same that you have been
(What does that mean?)
That means I can't give you my energy
Say they my friend and then they my enemy
I know they wanna put a fucking end to me
I'm really working, tryna move the industry
Bad bitch twerking tryna get me in between
I am not lying, nigga yea I been a king
Fuck niggas dying if they wanna mimic me
(Gang, Let's Go)
Choppa on me I'm not missing, missing
Baby I hate when you distant, distant
Keep tryna talk baby listen, listen yea
Baby got money she bought a Mercedes
Four pockets full she call me lil baby
Need my money nigga right now pay me
When there was problems, bae I told you to blame me
Tried to be patient but bae it wasn't working
City to city you know that I'm touring
When I wasn't home, bae you was out and flirting
And niggas envy me I feel them lurking
One night bae stop calling me
Through these jeans you can see these racks
Rick Owen jeans they made to relax, yea
Yea

Written by:
Ashton Croston, Camrhen Blevins

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