conversations

Sitting all alone I been contemplating Thinking bout the past making observations Puffin' on the gas just to settle down I don't wanna have no conversations (I don't wanna have no conversations) Puffin' on the gas when you're not around I don't wanna know Stop hittin' my line Technical foul, I take the fine I'm shooting my shot Don't give a damn if I do it blind Erasing the clock, turnin' it back to specific times I wouldn't change nothin' but I would certainly pay it mind I know what it takes To make somethin' out of nothin I know when it breaks I'm scared of love, I'm always bluffin The feelings be fake I know I told her I ain't frontin But when it comes to discussions It always feel like I'm rushin' and makin mistakes But I gotta pour my heart out All the dreams that I've been steady chasin' ain't that far out All they want is money, like a ref, I pull the card out I'm lookin' back and seein' bad initials that I carved out Would I take it back, or would I leave it for development If I never did it, then I probably would be settlin I could sit and wish for somethin' better for my benefit But if I'm always chasin, I'll just end up by myself again I don't know Sitting all alone I been contemplating Thinking bout the past making observations Puffin' on the gas just to settle down I don't wanna have no conversations (I don't wanna have no conversations) Puffin' on the gas when you not around I don't wanna know Ain't wanna believe what I'm hearin But I know it's the truth, so I'm prayin to God He appearin My grandpa been strugglin, is there any way you can heal him? I lost too many to count, and he slippin, just please forgive him It's somethin' I can't really even put into words I've been livin' in third person my reality's curved They been strikin' a nerve, but I hope your blessing I earned All the sinnin' I did, I promise there's a lesson I learned I just need some assistance, I'm too lazy for a Bible But I got the energy to reach out for family survival Yeah, I'm fucked up, all this pain is probably purposeful It's probably why these people die, and makin' all these hearses full Mama, I miss you Every time I think about you gotta grab me a tissue And I know the way I'm livin always causin' an issue But I promise that I'ma make it 'fore the day that I'm with you, for real Puffin' on the gas just to settle down I don't wanna have no conversations