[Verse 1: Dreamon]
Less privacy, your feelings getting caught now
Might seem happy, but it's nothing but a short smile
And even though I wanna talk, I
Can't be around, and I gotta stay offline
I never meant for you to get hurt
Saying I'm sorry, but the situation gets worse
It's nothing personal, it's just work
Rumors all around, and you believing in such words
I'm just tryna stay cool and be able
To put this food on the table
Baby, I'm only tryna make a living
I see the hatred in 'em
Cause they don't wanna see a younging
Getting money and all of a sudden make a million
Feeling like a demon, one of Satan's children
Even if I gotta stay positive, it didn't make a difference
Baby girl, I hope you take the time to listen
Never knew I'd become famous feeling like you in a prison

[Hook: Dreamon]
I know it's been a minute since we talked
But you can just call me your shorty
Girl, promise I'll get back to you, don't you worry
I really hate being alone
Can't wait 'till the day I'm back home
So I just stay up, I've been thinking about you lately
You can just call me

[Verse 2: Dreamon]
Said you loved me, but I ain't tried right
Was it before the fame and the limelight?
I'm only tryna capture the feeling of making a million
Gotta work, girl, time flies
Spending nights at the airport
A lot of business that needed to be taken care of
Fine women that grind getting the best of me
Niggas be stressing me, bitches wanna have sex with me
I love you, girl, if we never speak again
It's cause I try to make the ends meet before I meet the end
But you wouldn't wanna understand
This is my reality, I ain't living in Wonderland
But on the other hand
I wish I could
I regret not saying the things I think I should
Should've said fuck it, it's getting late now
Money on my mind, and I'm tryna get paid now

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Dida]
When I first met her she was white like [?]
Broke vass before our Indian summer
All them girls I Stevie Wonder’d what would you give in exchange?
Bills? That’s not my name, conversation, peace I said
Left that told me I'm coming through, who? You? F that
She wanted [?] and Kanye's and live-o's and Marlows
To God knows what Oscar Da Levanta’s
Him and not these boutiques
Looking for some rose links
Ended up with antiques, she ain’t even meant to
Should of known the first time, sitting by the sideline
I'm bringing in some jug wine, she moving to the center
So what happened after I American expressed her, contract her
Yellow cab'd her, sent back to her pad, huh
Next morning she holla’d and she could of not been sadder
This girl be acting bitter cause I dont wan't to sugar dad her
But I'm not going to middle finger you
Cause that's something these little niggas do
So run and tell that to everybody and they momma and they aunty
I don't hate you, but I like you, I mean kinda, no just call me