love, something we all respect

when it’s time to return the favor, it’s something we never get

we either rush into things, or move too slow and end up hurt

and reminisce, bout the scent left on their shirt

being wrapped up in their arms or in between their legs

or how y’all fell off, and it’s something that you regret

if it’s real and you think it is

getting out how i felt about you in the right words was a process

i was sitting behind my screen, pondering

wondering how i could magically say the right thing, conjuring

but eventually it poured out

i spoke my with my heart and the words filtered through my mouth

so now i feel way better bout

but it’s only been 2 days, i’m feeling really weak

look i got a proposition for us both, hear me out, i’m serious, this isnt a joke

you said that we should just be friends, that don’t mean we gotta be sad, and mope around and spend our days in our heads

friends check up on each other and hangout when they can

we ain’t gotta do the latter if it’s too intimate, i understand

all i’m saying is check up on me and i’ll check up on you

i’ll crack a few jokes and ask if we’re cool

prolly ask to hangout and get turned down like a fool

as long as i can make laugh, i know cooking with fuel

i know that you’re scared and don’t wanna be hurt

your last nigga was pretty shitty and did you nothing but dirt

plus you were in the hospital with tubes up under your shirt

you got me praying to God cause i don’t know what will work...

i’m trying and i refuse to give up

and my aunt really spoke to me

and had me question my religion

told me i had to figure out who i am and what im here for and not to coast through life the same way i came in

told me not to be another bottle sitting in a recycling bin

thats easy for her to say

bc she knows who her savior is

and has faith stronger than strong

ever time i pray i hear nothing and i swear i did something wrong

am i praying correctly am i asking for too much?

i came to you for guidance and you have me run a muck

but just when i give up, theres always a sign

i missed that drunk facetime call from her

the one where she smiling so hard that her cheeks start hurt

her eyes are half chink and she got a full face of make up on

she lookin so right, since youre not here everythings wrong

but i missed all that cause i was sleep

fuck being tired i wanna be otp with my little freak

talkin bout what we would be doing if i there

damn, lemme just get a wiff of the products in your hair

smellin all sweet

lookin like a treat

babe id do anything to hear you vent while i rub your feet

fuck

when’d you turn me into a romantic

i love you but i wont say it, cause you make me frantic

6 ft tall, dont wanna do nothing gigantic