Trying to convince myself I've found one. Making the mistake I never learned from.
I never threw away that paper with my Grammy speech because I haven't hit the pinnacles I plan to reach.
I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater with trays in both hands, place an order I can cater.
I got enemies, I got a lotta enemies. Got a lotta people tryna drain me of my energy.
I was born to make mistakes, not to fake perfection
You got your guards up, I do too, there's things we might discover. Cause you got a past and I do too, we're perfect for each other.