2 Years

Sleeping patterns they getting changed Cos of these late nights Whenever I'm home it feels strange And I can't tell why You'll never break my confidence You be wasting your time Crazy generation I'm in I mean we damn wild Imagine going outta your way Portraying great life Content only for Instagram Let's pull a fake smile Tell me what did I benefit A lousy eight likes Qwerty tell me how do you feel You still the same cunt My girl told me that she depressed That shit I don't like Drinking our problems to forget We feeling alright You know boi I hardly pretend I tell you straight up Call the dealer, I need two bags I need a long night It's crazy how I'm not even embarrassed I live my own life Judging me, your girl selling ass Cos you a low life Even me bro I ain't got racks But Iemme tell you now Asking you to give me two years I'll have it figured out Asking you to give me two years I'll have it figured out Asking you to give me two years I'll have it figured out Asking you to give me two years I'll have it figured out Asking you to give me two years I'll have it figured out Migraines banging Like the songs that we've been making Shit needs to pop Like the pills that we've been taking Really wish I had the confidence That I'm portraying Instagram smiling (Stop the cap) Yeah it's some fake shit She wanna be friends Is that something that I'm ok with Told her it's ok I'm not really one for complaining Shawdy hit me up with a bottle F*ck the arraignment She told me that this is just a one time occasion Ok then I'm just tryna have a conversation Better days are far But I know that my mama praying Channelling all my problems I'm trying to remotely change them I got a lot on my plate and They tryna feed me with this bull Too many problems and all these obstacles too Shawdy we fighting But she can still send me nudes You gave me options And you told me to go choose yeah I tried to give you all of me But I know you couldn't take it I've been fucked up And I'm trying to embrace it Life is going fast But you know that I pace it Told her f*ck it drop it The location I'm no angel I wanna come in your direction No destination Put in that work and make your body My occupation I'm just doing too much so that I don't have to Face it Qwerty calls me doctor But you know that I'm the patient Gotta pen it down Whenever I draw inspiration All these other niggas Drawing blanks so they just tracing Everybody staring but I swear We elevating Give me two years Cos this shit is frustrating