All my friends
Still partying with my ex's
Guess I really know how to pick em
Everybody wanna talk like they the victim
But f*ck it I heard your new shit
Tell me why is you tripping
Meals I started skipping
Quarters I started flipping
What begin as me mixing
Quickly became me
Cooking up sauce
With all the fixings
Sweater chicks and vixens
All wanted a peice of the boy
What was I missing?
(This That)
This that shit I always wanted
New tracks
New shoes
New problems
I can't lie
I'm being honest
I know none of this was promised
This that shit I always wanted
New house
New girl
New problems
I can't lie
I'm being honest
I know none of this was promised
Where we come from
Where we start
I was there with the broken heart
I was there
That's what whole remark
Little paper it just need a spark
Keep it burning for me
200 degrees
Yeah I got mine
But I struggle with that
Artists disease
I could get like 6 figures in a tie
That's the ease
But it wouldn't be the same
If I ain't have the brush and easel
Damn
I don't care if my colors run
What's meant to be
Was meant to be
For Lori's son
In the lower East side
Till the morning comes
I'm still a one of one
(I'm still a one of what)
This that shit I always wanted
New tracks
New shoes
New problems
I can't lie
I'm being honest
I know none of this was promised
This that shit I always wanted
New house
New girl
New problems
I can't lie
I'm being honest
I know none of this was promised