The emotions of a man who doesn’t feel
Cause every time he tries something tells him that it’s not real
No love cause that’s in fairytales and movies
There’s only weed and liquor and money, the only true things
Cause people aren’t honest, especially if they say to trust them
So no one gets a look or can stand close enough to touch him
He hates shaking hands for the falsified warmth
And dreams of a day he doesn’t got to lie once, cause look
Both parents in the grave up in different states
Visited pops but he never saw the nigga’s face
Visited moms but he rarely thinks about her
Cause the last time he ever saw her breathing is when he was 8
And at the funeral he couldn’t look her in the face
And all that’s running through his mind is words he didn’t say
Young black god but he’d rather be a different race
Looking for another girl to penetrate
Does it just so he doesn’t feel nothing
And she let him cause she wants to heal something
In her heart of hearts knows that he’s broken
But she knows she can fix him so she leaves her soul open
And he takes cause she gives him full access
Tears sliding down her skin wet the mattress
Waking up alone, she just wants to be loved
She just wants to find perfection in the man that he was
And he’s far from perfect but he’s still good enough
So she’s looking for a future, she don’t want to have to fuss
Ain’t looking for a Bentley when that nigga on the bus
Just wants him to be honest cause it’s something she can trust
And he tells her what it is, also tells her what it ain’t
Thinking she’ll find a reason but she never backs away
Trying to do her dirty but she only wants to stay
Like “We getting so close, tomorrow will be the day”
But that day doesn’t come does it honey?
Drunk night, left one in your tummy
TLC on the radio saying
You should never have a moment when you think you’re so ugly
Maybe this’ll bring him back to the planet that we’re on
Recognizing you’re about to be a mom
He had one. “Remember when you used to love?”
“Mother fucker, what’s this going to do to us.”
We love a happy ending cause they’re so damn rare
One percent get the money and the fanfare
While our planet head’s to hell in a handbasket
We’re looking at the life like it’s fantastic
Truth is nothing ever goes how you planned it
Through the lows and the debts, though, you can manage
To break the strength of a bad turn
Playing out a bad hand, dying with these last words

[Hook]

That I ain’t going to let nobody take me down or break me down
Cause I’ma do all I got to do right now to make me proud
This life gotta live it out, can’t be playing this is not a game
High times got us living wild, wouldn’t have it any other way
The money and the drugs and the women
The money and the drugs and the women, could have it all
The peace and the passion for living
The peace and the passion for living, have a ball