no effort

Think of what I gave to you I'm tried it's true You're pushing farther my body Giving out smell of Bacardi Like it's perfume Across the room I'm sensin' something is bothering Your unconscious fragility You can call it reaching but the Fallacy is speaking for him self If you need the balls, make some calls I ain't gonna Help your situation Quit complaining, if you wanted it you'd Do it like I know you could, but You want the attention All my lovin' turn to stressin' for your Well being but I don't see no effort on your part It's like you're Trappin' your own visions Like your mind is the ignition And the common sense you lacks' the key that's tryna make it start How you gonna tell me that you really don't care Cryin' on the counter and you look and just stare, With those shameful little eyes can't tell me When I'm supposed to end my fight it's All up to you And I know what I do when I say It's your mind the one that's pushin' me Away from you Love the thought of me not all of me I can not stress enough the thing you're doing to you Late nights Small fights turning into Prada Bags flyin' White lies fallin' out the pocket I'll drive Cause you can't You drunk on ego Little high, on your pride But if that's what you wanna do That's fine for you Keep telling yourself it's nothing A shitty hand but I'm bluffing You wrote the rules I followed you So blind but you so effortlessly Captivated my energy You can call it reachin' but the Fallacy is speaking for him self If you need the balls, make some calls I ain't gonna Help your situation Quit complaining if you Wanted it you'd Do it like I know you could but You want the attention All my lovin' turn to stressin' for your Well being but I don't see No effort on your part It's like you're Trappin' your own visions Like your mind is the ignition And the common sense you lacks' the key that's Tryna make it start How you gonna tell me that you really don't care Cryin' on the counter and you look and just stare, With those shameful little eyes can't tell me When I'm supposed to end my fight it's All up to you And I know what I do when I say It's your mind the one that's pushin' me Away from you Love the thought of me not all of me I can not stress enough the thing you're doing to you Late nights Small fights turning into Prada Bags flyin' White lies fallin' out the pocket I'll drive Cause you can't You drunk on ego Little high, on your pride