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Family Unit
JabariOnTheBeat
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I love you, KXVI
Please, don't let me go
Don't let me go, don't let go oh, ooh
Don't let go, don't let it go
Don't let it go yeah, no, don't let go (Yeah, yeah)
How you talk about a family unit with the white picket fence?
Then go tell me you ain't ready for commitment, h-how?
Got me scratching at my head like (Okay) it's a Plinko ticket, explain
You devilish at night but in the day you Christian
It-it don't add up
Tell me is this a setup?
But I guess it don't matter to you
I-I-I know nothing ever did with me, you could tell the truth
She only text me when she got nothing else to do (JabariOnTheBeat)
But I do
Yeah, at least I do now
And the best part is I made it happen, yeah
If I make it to Madison I'on wanna see you clapping (No)
Please sit back, enjoy the man that you destroyed
That took that pain and turned that into passion
Annoying I know but, yeah
This is just for you though, hun
I feel like Gohan, yuh
You watched me lose you, now you watch me on the TV like Sopranos, uh
You alive but dead to me, so I light some candles up
And roll this Backwoods up
I'm blowing sticky-icky out me, out this Audi filled with purple stuff
It's like this bitch can't live without me, I got cobra clutch
It's like I'm venomous
It's like the end of you, was just the end of us
But I couldn't give a fuck (No)
Like I mean I really couldn't
Sh-She said "I'm buying tickets now" and I'm like "No, you shouldn't"
Cameras flashing in my face, I feel like Cuba Gooding Jr (Yeah)
She can't erase me out her brain, it's like I turned into a tumor
She think she funny like Chapelle but you more like an Amy Schumer
And I get money in residual, now my day like Ferris Bueller's
How you heated when all you had to drink tonight were coolers (Still)
You a dummy stuck in dead-ends but I guess I'm the loser
Make it make sense
'Cause I don't make cents
'Cause I make blue bills (Facts)
You don't make rent (Facts)
See I crack seals (Facts)
You just kick cans, uh
You insecure and falling over
You like fist pump and (Yeah)
I'm like breakdance
Fuck it then, but I guess I don't know enough
And when it came to loving you could never show enough
There came a part where I'd invite you and you ain't even showing up (No, no)
But tell me 20 times again how you the grown-up in this situation (Still)
The way you argue with me implies premeditation
How the fuck I bought the condo and it's your space I'm invading
If complaining was a sport you'd be too decorated
I know misery loves company but you must be related (Must)
I-I feel I've tried way too many times (Way too many)
She hopping borders how she cross the line
On purpose, yeah
At this point I don't think it's worth it
I feel at this point I can't even feel the hurting, no (Yeah)
How you talk about a family unit with the white picket fence?
Then go tell me you ain't ready for commitment
Got me scratching at my head like (Okay) it's a Plinko ticket, explain
You devilish at night but in the day you Christian
It don't add up
Tell me is this a setup?
But I guess it don't matter to you
I know nothing ever did with me, you could tell the truth
She only text me when she got nothing else to do
But I do, uh
Oh, I do
You know I do
Don't add up, yeah
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