Matters

Yea, yea

Thinking how my chick badder then the bitch I'm fucking thinking

Temptation trynna try me she keep asking when we linking

I'm trying to set myself outside this city that We live in

I look outside my window feel I disappoint my children

Pressure building so my pipes can't be concealing

Been dealing with stress that make me constantly question my feelings

Is there more than just sex fame and millions

Once I get it is regret my new ceiling

Opinions meet me butchered right off my feet

It's harder to listen when I'm so defensive to speak