yk i wantcha u, money in the ear whispering
but i still think about u, smiles change
faces appear, new clothes, same atttiude tho
what i notice alot, u cant stand others appereance tonight
i mean we go out, to flash and spurlge, show off our little
designer wear, feel good, bottles up which means you and i
will be up, time flying so fast, we just gotta accept
either we can work it or not, the way u grabbing and holding
its like u never had focus, im losing my touch
or is it the wine airen, we should just air out are disagreements
cause if we bottle our problems, well just fight all over again
same shi but different topic, no this wasnt about ur crop top
i see the haters watch over, the closet of when were calling it quits, they cant wait, let them have their laugh, with the last acid trip
man fuck that shi, u still texting my friends, asking how iam doing
if im thinking of u, and if i wanna be talking some more
u want war, or u want a place to stay, when ur alone in ur room
isolated cause u can never commuite, i hear the problems yall bitches face, u cant keep the same group, sounds like they all understood the problem, face to face we like to be honest, something yall bitches
can never be, backstab and open friendships turn into past relations
its like u wasnt statifed with leaving a payment, and it pains me 
to believe, i was once calling you mine, i was turnin a blindeye
guess i was fallling into slumper, no longer will i call us forever
u can cut me off like nothing, please do it, im out being myself
you should try it sometimes, u dont get sick of wearing that mask
pretending u like these places, its another personality 
but its not a disorder, u just wanna be fake and pretend
go back when u were a teen, playing these man like games
too bad u can never get a high score on me, dont tell me im mean
just say im too blunt, and dont hold back, i rather hurt ur feelings
than string them along, like i was playing a harp
i rap from my heart, thats why they able to feel me
look i get u dont wanna seem like the bad guy, but understand
where im standing from, u is not in that position to talk
let alone getcha ur breathe in and out, im rocky putting my hands up
for defending myself, twitter bitches dont like when ur right
so they spit and yell till u give it up, i reach for new heights
cause when i touch the mic, i speak clear, like crytals
bottle up emotions like sucidal kids, and yell it out
like i was going to jump, man why she wanna dance around the question, either say it or end it, you really need to own it

I wanted you(prodby.lowell)

XSTɎ.SAGE / LIL M.sage