Oh, yeah
I cannot return
Home
Yeah
I cannot take the burden
I feel like you don't need it
I feel like you can't see it
I'm fighting my own demons
This time I can't, i'm leaving
Oh, yeah
I cannot take the burden
Yeah, aye
We can't meet up in person
I told them I don't need it
I told them I can't see it
The heart, I cannot feel it
I'll take back what you leave
I don't know what to believe
Shit got toxic but I ain't leave
Gave you all I got, why you joking with me?
Cain't enjoy my high, if you ain't smoking with me
Way you took my heart, way you stole it like a thief
Put it in a bag, not the tote double C's
Don't forget the packs, four of those before we leave
Cause you got a couple drops in the rolls, in the B
But there's no fucking love either way that we steer
I fall the fuck back, even then it ain't clear
So far ahead, look at you in the rear
So get any closer, i'm switching the gear
Hopped in the hoop, then pull up in the Stu!
Whip in the kitchen, I'm making me stew
Gas your head big like that nigga named Stew
Claim you a kin, but hell nah, you ain't fam to me
So fucking sad that you now is a fan to me
Say you support me but don't even pray for me
Copped you a dub, but you won't even pay to see
Someone you love and you rocking with faithfully
Fuck is you thinking?
The fuck did you thought?
That you can replace me?
Ain't taking my spot
Bitch be real, they ain't doing it like I do it
Niggas trash, they type mumbling, can't bop to it
Oh yeah
I cannot return
Home
Yeah
I cannot take the burden
I feel like you don't need it
I feel like you can't see it
I'm fighting my own demons
This time I can't, i'm leaving
Oh, yeah
I cannot take the burden
Yeah, aye
We can't meet up in person
I told them I don't need it
I told them I can't see it
The heart, I cannot feel it
I'll take back what you leave
Nigga got a Rolex, it's ticking, so ain't flexing like you thought you was
I'm seeing through that shit but nigga no binoculars
Really you ain't shit, lil' nigga, who you thought you was?
Don't be in a section with them bitches, "Oh, I thought you was"
Oh, you going stupid, Lil' bitch, I go ridiculous
Pop a pussy, nigga, make a mother-fucking pimple puss
Talking big shit, lil baby, I don't need a blood
Ain't up on your tens, dirty bitch, cause look, your knees are bloody
Whoa, wait!
Rapping on this flame is a cold case
Beat a hoe with metal, that's a pole case
Pedal to the metal, but ain't no race
Hit 'em with the bomb face, or the nice braids, and the waistline
I'm double A and I'm mother-fucking "J'son"
23, hoe, my mother-fucking J's on
A lil bounce, to put these mother-fucking jeans on
Whoa, wait!
Rapping on this flame is a cold case
Beat a hoe with metal, that's a pole case
Pedal to the metal, but ain't no race
Hit 'em with the bomb face, or the nice braids, and the waistline
I'm double A and I'm mother-fucking "J'son"
23, hoe, my mother-fucking J's on
A lil' bounce, to put these mother-fucking jeans on
Oh yeah
I cannot return
Home
Yeah
I cannot take the burden
I feel like you don't need it
I feel like you can't see it
I'm fighting my own demons
This time I can't, i'm leaving
Oh, yeah
I cannot take the burden
Yeah, aye
We can't meet up in person
I told them I don't need it
I told them I can't see it
The heart, I cannot feel it
I'll take back what you leave