No, no, no
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Yeah
It's been a while since I've seen ya
They've been carryin' street sweepers, tryna clean him
I've been movin' on my own, still sad
No exes want me back and the haters still mad
I'm just a kid that never grew up
Had to be a man early 'cause my dad had to screw up
They say, "Why? Man, you always trippin'"
'Cause I hold in all these problems because no one ever listens
And I know it don't matter, don't matter much
But I just want my dad to call me his son
Oh, man, where is all the lovin'?
Fuck all the distruptions, I just want back all my cousins
When it gets cold, I get old
They all been tired of me, I don't know
I guess I push 'em away when they remind me of you
Pray to God, make the pain go away, yeah, it's true
'Cause when it gets cold, I get old
They all been tired of me, I don't know
I guess I push 'em away when they remind me of you
Pray to God, make the pain go away, yeah, it's true
Oh God
Oh God, yeah
Oh God
Oh God, oh God, oh, yeah
Oh God
So lost, so wrong, so gone
So long
So lost, so wrong, so gone
So long, so, so...
Yeah, ayy
So lost, so lost, so lost
So lost, so...
So lost, so lost, so lost
So lost, so, so...
[Instrumental Outro]
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