cloudy with a chance

What if every girl that said she loved me actually meant it

And didn't play with my head to the point that I had to regret it

We were going back and forth like it was matches of tennis

I tried to trust you but its hard when you go back on your sentence

What if every house I lived in didn't have to be rented

And all my homies out the flats, no one back on the benefits

We the ones the caught the slack when we were homeless and kept it in

They all up on my back like I ain't known to put effort in

Over this jealous shit, they hate to see me slowly developing

And these girls message now but I was broke with depression then

I hate the way I looked I never used to post on anything

My face was in a book I wouldn't trade this shit for anything