I can't even find the perfect brush so I can paint what's going through my mind. Racing 'gainst myself but I'm a couple steps behind.
Hoes want attention, women want respect.
They wanna see me pick back up, well where'd I leave it at?
I be getting high just to balance out the lows.
Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from. Probably some bad hoes I'm bouta take the hint from
I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be