Communication, Pt. 2 Lyrics

I'm really nice at rappin' but I'm bad at acting, yeah

So don't ask me if I'm okay

I'll probably put all of my lies in a sixteen

Dot a couple I's and I'll burn the page

Don't you ever go and say that you ain't gonna leave

Then you misbehave

Busy running out of time and fucking up our minds

Got me feeling out of place, yeah

I just hop on the scene just so I can make a power move

Tell you shit like I'm clean just so I can hear I'm proud of you

You told me words like forever I'll show you words put together

You said it rains with the pleasure

And now I'm under the weather

Tryna figure out the difference between love and December

Baby girl, you so cold, you be making me question

You be making me question

What's the difference between love and lust and drugs

But all three involved in us

So I don't know where to go, on my own, been alone

But it's you that's stuck in my head

Thinking bout my crimes and the lies

I deserve what I find

But I wish it was you in the end

And I'm just hoping she happy

I might catch a flight outta Logan or Bradley

I know where I wanna take it and I'm great at adapting

And I told her I'ma make it, I just know it'll happen

Know she wanna take it, she love taking advantage

I'm just tryin to be modest, said I'll take what I manage

And turn it into something more than what I left here

I ain't thinkin about the past when it come the next year

Know she wanna take it, she love taking advantage

I might take a flight outta Houston or Cali

I was thinking bout the hall, and boosting my ballet

With them caviar dreams, I was boosting my palette

Back up in to grind mode, good at adapting

Said I couldn't sit back, I gotta shoot up the ladder

Every mistake that I made and every excuse that I added

It add fuel to the fire, I gotta mute all the chatter

Cause, Lord knows I got used to my phone

Problems in her life that she got used to at home

Dawg on the other end singing our song

Made me realize what it all for

Ain't no writing my wrongs when I wrote em

Dawg came down off the soda

P's on the way, chicken wrap in the Dakota

Dodging all these colors, had to back up all my brothers

Swear I do it for my mother, motherfucker, let it resonate

I need better days, and now we back at it

Like check the resume, they used to laugh at it

In like 11th grade, when I was trying to see the A like a letter grade

Featherweight, low class

I was trying to write my wrongs and they wrote back

Say I need a whole song, I gotta whole plaque

And this ain't even half, let me hold back

And I'm just hoping she happy

I might catch a flight outta Logan or Bradley

I know where I wanna take it and I'm great at adapting

And I told her I'ma make it, I just know it'll happen

Know she wanna take it, she love taking advantage

I'm just tryin to be modest, said I'll take what I manage

And turn it into something more than what I left here

I ain't thinkin about the past when it come the next year