It hurt me to my heart to know our love ain't last
Now it's f*ck these bitches I'm just tryna chase a bag
When that money call you know I'm getting up and to it
Where the f*ck was you at when it was just me and music
Who knew that serving feens would help me chase my dreams
If you know me you know ima get it by any means
Took the first flight to NY I was done w petty things
Sat in that lot a lot I thought bout ending things
They pushed me to the edge I had to grow some wings
New whip, push start, no key steering wheel come straight to me
Don't just say that you love me show me what It means
It was good while it lasted
Nothing last forever
If we gotta be alone
Let's be alone together
Had my own agenda
Still freed up my schedule
I was dealing with the worse
Waiting to get better
Am I impatient or the niggas round me moving slow
Are they hating or they really want to see me grow
Catch me cruisin through the city sliding w a pole
You would think I'm in the kitchen burning like a stove
How you stab me in the back and leave me in the cold
It hurt me to my heart to know our love ain't last
Now it's f*ck these bitches I'm just tryna chase a bag
When that money call you know I'm getting up and to it
Where the f*ck was you at when it was just me and music
Who knew that serving feens would help me chase my dreams
If you know me you know ima get it by any means
Took the first flight to NY I was done w petty things
Sat in that lot a lot I thought bout ending things
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It hurt me to my heart to know our love ain't last
Now it's f*ck these bitches I'm just tryna chase a bag
When that money call you know I'm getting up and to it
Where the f*ck was you at when it was just me and music
Who knew that serving feens would help me chase my dreams
If you know me you know ima get it by any means
Took the first flight to NY I was done w petty things
Sat in that lot a lot I thought bout ending things
They pushed me to the edge I had to grow some wings
New whip, push start, no key steering wheel come straight to me
Don't just say that you love me show me what It means
It was good while it lasted
Nothing last forever
If we gotta be alone
Let's be alone together
Had my own agenda
Still freed up my schedule
I was dealing with the worse
Waiting to get better
Am I impatient or the niggas round me moving slow
Are they hating or they really want to see me grow
Catch me cruisin through the city sliding w a pole
You would think I'm in the kitchen burning like a stove
How you stab me in the back and leave me in the cold
It hurt me to my heart to know our love ain't last
Now it's f*ck these bitches I'm just tryna chase a bag
When that money call you know I'm getting up and to it
Where the f*ck was you at when it was just me and music
Who knew that serving feens would help me chase my dreams
If you know me you know ima get it by any means
Took the first flight to NY I was done w petty things
Sat in that lot a lot I thought bout ending things
Now it's f*ck these bitches I'm just tryna chase a bag
When that money call you know I'm getting up and to it
Where the f*ck was you at when it was just me and music
Who knew that serving feens would help me chase my dreams
If you know me you know ima get it by any means
Took the first flight to NY I was done w petty things
Sat in that lot a lot I thought bout ending things
They pushed me to the edge I had to grow some wings
New whip, push start, no key steering wheel come straight to me
Don't just say that you love me show me what It means
It was good while it lasted
Nothing last forever
If we gotta be alone
Let's be alone together
Had my own agenda
Still freed up my schedule
I was dealing with the worse
Waiting to get better
Am I impatient or the niggas round me moving slow
Are they hating or they really want to see me grow
Catch me cruisin through the city sliding w a pole
You would think I'm in the kitchen burning like a stove
How you stab me in the back and leave me in the cold
It hurt me to my heart to know our love ain't last
Now it's f*ck these bitches I'm just tryna chase a bag
When that money call you know I'm getting up and to it
Where the f*ck was you at when it was just me and music
Who knew that serving feens would help me chase my dreams
If you know me you know ima get it by any means
Took the first flight to NY I was done w petty things
Sat in that lot a lot I thought bout ending things
Writer: Kyle Gardner
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