Verse 1
Had some fake friends
Had to cut em off like split ends
I could tell some stories, but shit
Where do I begin?
Had to separate myself
So far feel like I’m Pluto
Cut em off
Niggas come right back like new growth
Talking out they neck
Thinking they can disrespect me
Niggas come around, for money
Use to neglect me
Fucked up and too late
I put you in the past
Mistake niggas for Usher
Told em, shit you got it bad
On God
Chorus
Man bad relationships
Make you give up on love
On God
Lie to your face
Now ain’t nobody you can trust
On God
I still be going through shit
Thats fucking with my mental
On God
I miss the days when everything
Use to be simple
On God
I gotta pray
And try to get rid of these sins
On God
I had to cut some ties
And get rid of some friends
On God
Man ain’t shit perfect
I’m working everyday
Tryna make it through this storm
Hear it coming, feel the rain
Verse 2
It’s just me, myself and I
The three of us just like the Migos
Sick of all the bullshit
I see through niggas like peep holes
Finally, understand it
Now life is sweeter than candy
Everyday working, while niggas
Sit in their room like Brandy
See me on their phone online
Thinking they know me
Caught up in opinions
Tryna box me in like Goatees
Fucked up, I’m faded
Drinking liquor gone
Got em talking like Marvin
Asking me whats going on
Whats wrong?
Bridge
You need some friends that gon pray for ya
You need that kind of love thats gon be there all day for ya
You gotta separate the real from the fake
With your friends, to your family and everyone you date, shit
Through hell and back, you need some healing
Stay off of social media, telling your business
Note to self
Love who you are
Regardless of all your flaws
Every imperfection in your mirror
Makes you who you are
Chorus
On God
Man bad relationships
Make you give up on love
On God
Lie to your face
Now ain’t nobody you can trust
On God
I still be going through shit
Thats fucking with my mental
On God
I miss the days when everything
Use to be simple
On God
I gotta pray
And try to get rid of these sins
On God
I had to cut some ties
And get rid of some friends
On God
Man ain’t shit perfect
I’m working everyday
Tryna make it through this storm
Hear it coming, feel the rain
Had some fake friends
Had to cut em off like split ends
I could tell some stories, but shit
Where do I begin?
Had to separate myself
So far feel like I’m Pluto
Cut em off
Niggas come right back like new growth
Talking out they neck
Thinking they can disrespect me
Niggas come around, for money
Use to neglect me
Fucked up and too late
I put you in the past
Mistake niggas for Usher
Told em, shit you got it bad
On God
Chorus
Man bad relationships
Make you give up on love
On God
Lie to your face
Now ain’t nobody you can trust
On God
I still be going through shit
Thats fucking with my mental
On God
I miss the days when everything
Use to be simple
On God
I gotta pray
And try to get rid of these sins
On God
I had to cut some ties
And get rid of some friends
On God
Man ain’t shit perfect
I’m working everyday
Tryna make it through this storm
Hear it coming, feel the rain
Verse 2
It’s just me, myself and I
The three of us just like the Migos
Sick of all the bullshit
I see through niggas like peep holes
Finally, understand it
Now life is sweeter than candy
Everyday working, while niggas
Sit in their room like Brandy
See me on their phone online
Thinking they know me
Caught up in opinions
Tryna box me in like Goatees
Fucked up, I’m faded
Drinking liquor gone
Got em talking like Marvin
Asking me whats going on
Whats wrong?
Bridge
You need some friends that gon pray for ya
You need that kind of love thats gon be there all day for ya
You gotta separate the real from the fake
With your friends, to your family and everyone you date, shit
Through hell and back, you need some healing
Stay off of social media, telling your business
Note to self
Love who you are
Regardless of all your flaws
Every imperfection in your mirror
Makes you who you are
Chorus
On God
Man bad relationships
Make you give up on love
On God
Lie to your face
Now ain’t nobody you can trust
On God
I still be going through shit
Thats fucking with my mental
On God
I miss the days when everything
Use to be simple
On God
I gotta pray
And try to get rid of these sins
On God
I had to cut some ties
And get rid of some friends
On God
Man ain’t shit perfect
I’m working everyday
Tryna make it through this storm
Hear it coming, feel the rain
( Von Tae )
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