You know a lot of people have said I've been doing a little bit too much singing lately
And to be honest they're probably right
So we're gonna get back to these raps a little bit
And I'm gonna get back in my bag
Welcome to March
You used to be the girl of my dreams
Now you're just a girl I see when i dream...
It's been 4 months since you ditched me
I now spend my nights with junk food and whiskey, thinking bout how you did me
First met in summer, fell in love in fall
Then came winter things got a little bitter
By the time we hit spring, had thoughts of a ring
We all know seasons change, thought our love would stay the same
Sorry that i did what i did
Take me back! and I'm coming with a ring and a crib
Won't return my calls, must enjoy keeping me guessing
She could keep her love, I'll take this lesson as a blessing
Broke up with my girl, was a hoe for some weeks
Like an inmate off the yard i was thirsting for cheeks
But no time for tinder flings or chicks from ig
Music is my only vision so it's all i can see
I quit going out so my homies say I aint actin right
We all wanna win, but winners actually sacrifice
Can't go out every night, bag chicks who smile bright
And cop mixed drinks topped with sprite till the morning light
Rappers nowadays barely have common sense
Probably cause they're worried bout commas and cents
So concerned with trying to gather all this clout on the net
Those are rookie moves boy they aint signs of a vet
Guess I'm old school cause I rap in full sentences
Youngins acting tough till they catch life sentences
Ask me how i got my flow so tight, and my bars so nice
Took a lot of sleepless nights, for your boy to get this nice
Fell in love with the craft not the cash
The art comes first, the money comes last
Staring at the crowd like y'all hear what i said?
But they wont respect the message 'less you're rich or you're dead
Most days I don't enjoy my life and i cant fake it
My mom raised a doctor but she aint got patience
Shes like I understand your dreams you wanna be a rapper
That's just child's baby, you're too old for this chapter
They always preaching bout how life is so Beautiful
But its hard to see the beauty from this Cubicle
And I know I could up and leave anytime i wanted
But if I do these student loans gone leave a brother haunted
Paying for the sins of my teenage self
But nobody's tryna hear a grown man begging for help
Imma dust myself off, and keep moving forward
Cause laying down and giving up would leave me so tortured
Life is fucking short no matter which way you measure
The grind can cause pain, but that's where I find my pleasure
Those that love you will criticize you often
But wont be beside you when you're laying in that coffin, A
Where were youuuuuu