Lyrics
Oh, what if I, if I don't wanna stay in here?
If I don't wanna pray in here, why am I doin' it?
What if, Lord, if I really feel like that?
If I won't wear some shit like that, doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
We ain't supposed to be there (but what I know)
We ain't supposed to be in there (is I can fake it anywhere)
It ain't supposed to get me through
(Not anyone) doo, doo-doo, doo-doo
We ain't supposed to be there (it won't last)
We ain't supposed to live in there (don't be sad)
It ain't supposed to be this way (don't be mad)
(Made bed for yourselves, so die, can't protect yourself)
It ain't supposed to be there (don't be mad)
We ain't supposed to live in there (it go bad)
(Don't be mad)

Stone, hard to move 'em, wrong, hard to prove 'em
On the crater on the moon, watchin' home movies
Will they chain the time up? Will they 442 it?
I can't eat no brown stuff, I like the toaster strudel
They ain't got no gravity, I'm floatin' next to coozie
Reason for insanity, I ain't got one to use it
Know my body mad at me because it's goin' through it
Scared to have some kids because the world be goin' through it

I ain't goin' through that, you can't just force me through that shit
Nah, I ain't gon' do it, nah, I ain't gon' do it, I can't
Buried in the dirt and we just goin' through the deuces?
They say it come in all shapes and sizes, they can make it just for you kid
They tried to show me the floor plans, it ain't matter how big your bed is
Say, "You choose a twin and you can put a little studio where that shit is"
Twenty bands in incentives, and that just go up depend how much your rent is
I don't think they get it, hold up, I ain't finished
Auntie said she can go four years and come back just breaded
Say they're payin' folks to keep it clean, everyone fair share
Oh, you gon' wait on some Bruce Wayne-ass nigga on some Alfred shit?
Nah, more like Geoffrey Butler, haven't you see Fresh Prince, kid?
I don't think she get it, she just too hardheaded
Shit, there ain't no difference, 'cept you just working for niggas
Plus, you gon' get vetted, and they'll probably check your credit
So, probably just forget it, but
As long as the word's just turning

(If I ain't really staying here?)
(If I don't wanna pray in here, why am I doin' it?)
(What if, Lord, if I ain't really feel like that?)
(If I won't wear some shit like that, doo, doo-doo, doo-doo)

What I know, is I can't take it anymore
Not anymore, no, no, no, no, no

Copyright: BMG Rights Management
Writer(s): Jordan Groggs, Mark Edward Smith, Nathaniel Ritchie, Stephen Hanley, Walter Williams, William Corey




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