Ghosting You Lyrics

I promise I'm not ghosting you, there's just a couple things I'm going through

I always come first, prioritize myself, cause I could lose it all, and fall down a deep hole

I gotta watch my mental health, so I recharge alone

Don't it personal, I'm just an introvert

So don't stress, I'll be fine. I just need some time to get out of my mind (Promise I'm not ghosting you)

Hating from my blind, I seen you smile like I ain't see you

I fucked a nigga bitch, then sent her home like ion need you

Ian picking up my phone, I got some shit that I been going through

Decline lil baby call & sent a text like.. (Promise I'm not ghosting you)

I know some bitches bout they business, stepping hard like majorettes,

She ain never pet a goat, didn't know she seen one in the flesh

I catch him out of bounds, I'm playing foul, I caught a tech

He go against the grain, then we gon' lay that boy to rest

Put sum to the side and called the plug, I blew the rest

I knew that hoe was creeping, I could feel it in my chest

Lost after lost, I'm still alive, so I'm blessed

Cross after cross, I swear that shit left me a mess

Take so many perkys, you can smell em on my breath

Left me while I'm living, hope you with me after death

Gossip in the city, how you feel about the pair

If it ain't about no money, I ain never really care, sorry

Hello, what's up

Yeah, I'm good, how you been

What's up

You know I ain't trippin' about that girl,

I'm happy for you I love that for you ian never been a hater

That's wassup

Imma holla at you in a lil bit I'm doing something

Alright, aye

Learning how to win, I hit the trap and got a hall pass

Cheated on Lil T like 20 times, with my dog ass

Lurking when it's beef, I told them bitches, get at me

Got her blowing up my phone while I'm OT with B Nasty

Ian trippin' about yo nigga, girl, you know that we family

You been fuckin' with the opps like you don't know that we family

How 2 people got your heart, that shit there made me unhappy

I done got a bigger bag, this shit got harder to manage

Locked in with all my brothers like they mama, my mammy

Don't y'all cry when I die, that's that karma from stamping

That's that karma from stomping, like Lil' One been inna field

I been high off of life and getting bent onna drill

Y'all told me that y'all love me, did you mean it for real

Empty soul, super heartless, I've been fiening for tears

Told my brothers that I got him, at this shit for some years

I'm just thinking about your mama, why she couldn't be here

Yeah, that's what I'm saying

Yeah, that's what I'm saying

I don't know what's on my mind