Communication, Pt. 3 Lyrics

Too many situations that I find myself in

I need help man, I could use a break

All our conversations got me contemplating

Why the fuck I even tell you about my day

It's always problem after problem that I find myself in

I need help man, need to get away

And this communication got me contemplating why the fuck I even thought that I should stay

I'm like why you asking questions that you already know the answer to

Why you act like nothing wrong but give me all this attitude

Why I act like nothing wrong while lying though I'm mad at you

I hate how much I love you but I hate that only half is true

I came from the struggle and word to my mother, I promise I ain't going back

Ain't got no time for no huddle, I need to go hustle, no time to go chill and relax

She getting way too comfortable getting accustomed to how I'm forgiving her past

I don't think she be thinking about how I be thinking about how much she making me mad

And I can't go back to the gutter, gotta take all my brothers to places that we never been

I was too stuck in the mud till I turned on my hustle, now she acting like she never left

And she getting way too accustomed to pushing my buttons, but fuck it, it is what it is

I got no time for distractions, we making it happen and they don't make em like this

I swear shit get complicated and she always act complacent, told her get up out my way

All this bullshit I been facing won't be proud untill I make it, only way to ease this pain

Now she wanna come around but she ain't love me in the basement, she just looked the other way

And I know she look amazing but she ain't ever changing, she gon' always stay the same

I'm like why the fuck we even wasting time, in this state of mind I can't see straight

And I hate to love you and the hate is fine, but the other part I can't relate

495 and I'm with a vibe, she know what I want, but not what I need

In the wrong places at the wrong times, all the wrong faces stay in front of me

I came from the struggle and word to my mother, I promise I ain't going back

Ain't got no time for no huddle, I need to go hustle, no time to go chill and relax

She getting way too comfortable getting accustomed to how I'm forgiving her past

I don't think she be thinking about how I be thinking about how much she making me mad

And I can't go back to the gutter, gotta take all my brothers to places that we never been

I was too stuck in the mud till I turned on my hustle, now she acting like she never left

And she getting way too accustomed to pushing my buttons, but fuck it, it is what it is

I got no time for distractions, we making it happen and they don't make em like this