nauseous

Three

Remember they ain't see the vision, now they flocking

I wake up at 2 a.m., I'm feeling nauseous

I remember when they told me I should stop this

And now I passed them, so they calling me obnoxious

Please, stop tryna tell me that I need another option

He talk shit on Twitter, when I see you, we gon' pop shit

Now they like, "Damn, he switching up, he think he hot shit"

It's not my fault you're fucking broke and you ain't got shit

She throw her phone at the wall

She praying to God that I call, but God don't hear her at all

I guess she ran all out of friends, she shop alone at the mall

I cut her off and now she's pissed

She's like, "How you have the gall?"

It's not my job to save no one, no, I'm not nobody's savior

It's 2 a.m., I'm skipping stones and now you're blowing my pager

I'm too nauseous in the back, but I'll still call you later

I'm just tryna feed my fam' before I'm meeting my maker

Wake up from another daydream

It's a new day, but I'm still doing the same things

But when it all comes crashing down, don't fucking blame me

So many people weren't around 'til as of lately

Lately, I've been fucked up

I hope they don't notice

She been talking 'bout me, I just try to focus

I can't trust a damn soul, everybody bogus

I can't even trip on it 'cause I know that I'm chosen

I chose this, I-

Remember they ain't see the vision, now they flocking

I wake up at 2 a.m., I'm feeling nauseous

I remember when they told me I should stop this

And now I passed them, so they calling me obnoxious

Please, stop tryna tell me that I need another option

He talk shit on Twitter, when I see you, we gon' pop shit

Now they like, "Damn, he switching up, he think he hot shit"

It's not my fault you're fucking broke and you ain't got shit

She throw her phone at the wall

She praying to God that I call, but God don't hear her at all

I guess she ran all out of friends, she shop alone at the mall

I cut her off and now she's pissed

She's like, "How you have the gall?"

It's not my job to save no one, no, I'm not nobody's savior

It's 2 a.m., I'm skipping stones and now you're blowing my pager

I'm too nauseous in the back, but I'll still call you later

I'm just tryna feed my fam' before I'm meeting my maker