802 Truth - talking stage

Man, for me it's a struggle
Mindless sex or finding settlements can't make a decision
Hell I'm losing all my sight for this i do not have vision
Had the chance to cuff a couple dimes but this ain't a prison
I don't have the precision
I don't have the persistence
Then I lose em' both to people who just talk from a distance
Or from lack of my own help when they had needed assistance
Either way they both can't read me cause i never admitted
How i really was feelin'
I ain't built for love
In my heart I knew I loved em' but they had me stuck
Couldn't show them how I felt because I kept it tucked
And what's worse is that they thought all I wanted to do was fuck
Now I lost em' both and it's my fault just my luck
I lost em' both its just my luck
And it's my fault just my luck
Now I lost em both and it's my fault just my luck
(yea, check it, uh)
I ain't good for this
Talking stages that I've had before are truth with this
Now with volleyball and track star they confirm this shit
If a nigga opened up to them and told em' all his feelings maybe he would have a lover and a damn tight grip
On his mental and his heart instead of sharp knife slits
Take the pressure off his teeth and bloody red fucking wrists
Maybe live a better life and scratch the noose off the list
But he can't resist cause
I ain't built for love
In my heart I knew I loved em' but they had me stuck
Couldn't show them how I felt because I kept it tucked
And what's worse is that they thought all I wanted to do was fuck
Now I lost em' both and it's my fault just my luck

Written by:
Elijah Melchiorre

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