Unconscious, Part Four Lyrics

Mama mama, I'm sorry for laying down with these

Majorly mischievous women

You taught me better than that

Daddy daddy, I'm sorry for letting damsels deceive me

In times where I should've been DD

Drove me crazy in fact

Why why why why why why

I don't really know where I'm at in life

Or right now

I'm just a few followers up but that don't mean you should bow

A lot of expectations like it's hella food on my plate

But we still eat the same my life ain't really that great

Sure a few extras I ate

But what's the difference when the hoops

That you jump through put you in a hungrier state

And then there's the hate

Might catch a bullet in me

Just trying to be successful

Gee I guess the only way to construct my life

Is to keep a tool on me

You know they only see this skin as a Steph Curry

Or on the stage standing

Forgive me if I'm just another

Nig.. (Nick)

Cannon

Nine watching Drumline I believed 'em when they said you can fly

But have I fallen fallen fallen fallen

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