WYNNE - Gold Plate Lyrics

It's about to get better
And understand that I would never
Wish the worst
For you
For you
So why you sitting here crying in my arms
Talking 'bout these other women when I'm trying so hard
I mean I feel like a marble in a race
Where it never ever matters
I was never first place
I been second too many damn times
Talking 'bout my silver platter when you had a gold plate
So spill the tea
Make sure the pots hot
Cause I'm stirring up a mess that we never shoulda made
I know its toxic when I talk about you like that
But trust I ain't never met a girl that'll fight back
You make me think about my mind and my body
Bring my soul in too cause my ego is a problem
I feel like I'm the best in the world
Cause your loves got a groove that 'gon shake and swirl
Lean up on you when we smoke that herb
While you run your hands through my nappy ass curls
I'm always talking 'bout how we gon make it
But how am I gonna carry us when I can't even fake it
I try to stack it up dime by dime
But how the f*ck in the world can I find the time
To intellectualize
All of my thoughts in rhymes
I see the prize
Something I don't got inside
They wonder why
I'm staring at my own demise
And I don't think that I can stop it
It's like a runnin' faucet
Feel like I'm sitting in the cockpit
I think I'm suicide bombin'
F*ck it I'm about to drop it
Call me little boy from Stockton