losing you

Gotta lose to know when I get it right What if I got to choose to know when I get it right If it all goes away, it'd be enough I can't recover from, I can't recover from When it goes too far Maybe I gotta lose F*ck all your love, you're demon love Your trauma love is something I don't wanna touch Enough enough, just give it up I took my time cause I don't wanna rush I'm on a rush now,Feel the rush Time is ticking, I think you need some help I think I left for you, I did the best for you Do not walk over me, do not care for you We used to sex talk, but now we talk shit Don't cut me off, acting tough, looking ratchet This disrespect, you lie, you like to hang up I disconnect your life, watch me on my come up I'm too real, I know it I'm too real, I show it I'm too real for you, baby, you always sound annoying You mad at me, I cannot eat, I do not f*ck with poison And if you cannot handle the truth, baby, just keep moving Maybe I gotta lose To know when I get it right What if I gotta choose To know when I get it right If it all goes away It be enough I can't recover from I can't recover from Maybe I gotta lose I know you can't love me You don't love you too You can take away the pain if you wanted to You so reckless when you talk, you give me attitude Gave you best parts of me, but you just run right through I tried to save you, I set you free, bae You turn your back, disrespect me in the mean way I'm not a robot, I got these feelings Watch out for karma, cause she about to kill it So go and tell everybody all the bad shit I did Just to paint a perfect picture like you never did no shit Cause baby, you ain't the saint You're frozen, you're still the same Still faking your own emotions for me Going M.I.A I'm too real, I know it I'm too real, I show it I'm too real for you, baby, you always sound annoying You mad at me, I cannot eat, I do not f*ck with poison And if you cannot handle the truth, baby, I gotta Tryna love you It's like tryna love A heart Without a heartbeat You just can't do it Shout out to the real ones left Don't need no BBL Chick I know that trend is dead Man, I'm just being honest You know I love that head The realest in my bed I need that feminine Her skin tastes like that cinnamon Now I'm missing LA Like it was payday If go down on you, baby girl It's a mayday Just treat your boy like a king And I'ma take you on vacay Rest in peace to all my exes This the sound I know you hate