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Busy/ Sirens (pot-pourri)

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Busy/ Sirens (pot-pourri)

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I'm so alone-but all of my friends

But all of my friends, got some shit to do, yeah

All 'em got plans, I call 'em my bad and text 'em

They never cross me like bad pedestrians

I've been this awkward since adolescence

I don't know how long I had depression

Never no peer-pressure, I'm tryna' get my little pecker off in some girl

I call my B-F-F-that ain't no secret kept, I fucked then told my cousin

I'm broke, I wasn't buzzin', I tried to hit a few years, she wasn't budgin'

I'm bogus, left my girl for some shawty, surely deservin' of all this lonely

You sad? Tell me, how are you sad?

You got all of these friends, you got all of these fans

I ain't trust nobody new since 2012, I ain't let nobody in

Jesus got killed for our sins, Walter got killed for a coat

I'm tryna' cope, but it's a part of me gone and apparently I'm alone

I'm havin' a busy day, I'll hit you back right away

I seen that skies were grey, I hope to God you're safe

I'm havin' a busy day, I'll hit you back right away

I seen that skies were grey, I hope to God you're safe

Oh, oh

I'm so alone, just me and my girl

She leave me for work, then leave me for school

She finally home-I leave her for tour

FaceTiming nudity, yeah

All of this new to me, yeah

All of the infidelity when I was 17 been catchin' up

It still feel like she catch me cheatin'

Niggas askin' me how tour was

Knowin' I been home like two months

And I seen your ass like two times

Save the small-talk, like, too, damn

No time, social interaction

Have female friends I found attractive

I tried to fuck, but I am no savage

Now we don't speak, we just walk past

If my past could talk-it'd probably reply to the missed calls after all

'Cause the friendships that I can't recall, done turned my heart into camouflage

While the guys I used to play basketball with doin' shit that I can't endorse

Now, with the Lord; now, when it pours down; was alone then, still alone now

I'm havin' a busy day, I'll hit you back right away

I seen that skies were grey, I hope to God you're safe

I'm havin' a busy day, I'll hit you back right away

I seen that skies were grey, I hope to God you're safe

Oh, oh

I'm barely here, how I ain't present

Yeah, I drift for a second-forgot to reply to your message

But all these years

I been the same in your presence

Countin' the seconds, before I reply to your message

My biggest fear (Is that I have to say goodbye)

Is that I have to say goodbye (another time) another time

So I skip town on our moment, hopefully prolonging this

I don't need nobody new to miss

I want you to know

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Sirens on the way, ayy

Now you're lying where the angels lay (yeah)

Sirens on the way, ayy

Now we're lying where the angels lay (yeah)

Sirens on the way, ayy

Now you're lying where the angels lay (yeah)

Sirens on the way, ayy

Now we're lying where the angels, ye

Ridin' through the city

I'm young, I'm black, I'm guilty

I know one time want to kill me

They don't know me but they fear me

Fifteen years old with the sticky

They gon' blame it on the marijuana

Hands behind your head

And they won't let up off the head

What if I move to this one state?

What if they shootin' that shit hit?

What if I run then it look bad?

Drawing they gun right off the hip

I'm probably deservin', 'cause I know they serve and protect

But they think I'm servin', or they think my cellphone's a weapon

Heard that the robber wore a black mask

I fit the description, A.K.A. nigga, what is the difference

Is it the name, we so divided I'm from Division

Clutch that purse 'cause of my dreadlocks

Cross that street 'cause I'm with my friends

Curse every song in Hip-Hop

Keep telling yourself it's a fad

Sirens on the way, ayy

Now you're lying where the angels lay (yeah)

Sirens on the way, ayy

Now we're lying where the angels lay (yeah)

Sirens on the way, ayy

Now you're lying where the angels lay (yeah)

Sirens on the way, ayy

Now we're lying where the-

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