I used to stress, I was chasin' all the wrong things, mm
Got in my bag, started counting all my blessings
Where these niggas was at when I would call?
Pick up your phone, throw me a bone
It's hard to get a lil' privacy, that's what we chose, me and my woes
Ain't runnin' through the six, copped the BM that's a eight real cozy
I need them to love me
Love outside of the stage, they know my story
They know my story
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