What Else to Say

I got nothing left to do

S L I

My mistakes, yeah

HOOK
 

Sometimes I wake up

I Don’t know what else to say

Sometimes I get up

I don’t know what else to do

Be the same ones that

Be smiling in your face

Be the same ones that be

Tightening the noose

And I ain’t never been the one to lose the faith
 

Let’s be honest I got nothing left to prove

They gon love u till they judge u on mistakes, yeah

But they never walked a mile in your shoes
 

verse 1


Talk to me what u going thru

Nowadays I’m unenthused

Hard to find the spark

On an acre with Mountain Views

But your fam all proud of you

Why you worried

About my business

I’m just carrying out

Gods wishes

If you did the same

And didn’t want to hate well

Then maybe yeah, I’d I’ll listen, Oh

Why you actin like y’all didn’t know

I ain’t with the whole side switching
 

No
 

Let’s get a little more in depth

Tell me what’s the cost of success

Is never not knowing when to quit
 

Real Shit!
 

Don’t front like this don’t snap

In the plane fly business class

With the bougie and aristocrats

Good look they don’t deal us that

So, we earned every hard dollar

Like our immigrant forefathers

Work hard then go in harder

And I’m always give you good product

But the words

I don’t got a lot of

cause...
 
HOOK
 

Sometimes I wake up

Don’t know what else to say

Sometimes I get up

I don’t know what else to do
 

Be the same ones that

Be smiling in your face

Be the same ones that be

Tightening the noose

And I ain’t never been the one to lose the faith

Let’s be honest I got nothing left to prove

They gon love you till they judge u on mistakes yeah

But they never walked a mile in your shoes
 
verse 2
 

Can’t go at this half hearted

Got drive but take your hands off it

Let Jesus take the wheel

Cause he’s got his own path for ya

Cruising in the state

You ain’t ready

for the moves I’m bout to make

You could go lift weights

but that ain’t gon change your pockets

who’s the one in shape
 

I’ve been working OT

Give her just one taste

She won’t leave

Yeah, I hit up my wife

and I give her that pipe

That’s right

That Superman D, huh

Remember my crib was so basic

Now my house like an oasis

Young kid with grown patience

You ain’t fuckin with me

Gon face it

No

Got a dream

But they won’t chase it

So, chill with all of them cold faces

Dexterous with the pen game

Used to be stressed when the rent came

Now my bills all been paid

And I’ll take my pasta “Al Dente”


HOOK (x2)

Producer of beats: Young Fam