Regret's (New Trending) Lyrics

What if this world was being passed around? Regrets and deep threats, they ain't gon' bring us down

What you gon' do if that 40 make a sound? What you gon' do when you're stuck up in that crowd

I'll be running around with my head hanging down Crowd screaming loud, just tryna make my mama proud

Thoughts, depression, anxiety, they come around Mama think I need a therapist without a doubt

There was no heat, always struggling back at the crib With no food to eat, always taking losses

But now I'm just tryna take the lead Always scrapping down with these pussies

Just tryna squash the beef Knowing when you cap it, man, you better just spill the tea

Fuck you, you ain't even know Life has been traumatizing

So tired of stress Tired of all of this fighting

If I keep going, I'ma really crush this label Mama's always stressed, putting food up on this table

Traumatizing thoughts got me mentally unstable I be feeling on the low, but yeah, I'm still grateful

Came from poverty to something had to add to assumptions

on the red light, family laughing, speaker bumping

But little do we know this where the story unfolds Things changing, people leaving, we don't wanna let them go

1, 2, 3, 4 If lil brody talking crazy, I'ma bust up in his home

5, 6, 7, 8 If you thinking that we crazy, we gon' fake it with that chrome

9, 10, 11, 12 Did it by myself, I don't need nobody's help

I'd say that I'm married to this game now Would you love me for who I am

This shit a fake route Please fix my pain

I just wanted you to stay

My heart is so morse and so reinforced My brain is dried up on this washed up empty shore

And it really fucked me up when my parents got divorced

And ever since then, my heart, it's had a tour

It's been hella tragic images coming through this floor

How could you fucking love me if I couldn't ask for more?

Say It's all about the time when I'm knocking on your door

Violence, gangs, associations, and war

And I'm really, really sorry if I tell you that I'm lost

Caught up in this game just tryna make some special sauce

Trapped up in my head, so these demons, they come across

2024, even worse, then we gone

What I thought? Manic and this pressure in the air is finna rot

Blowing up my phone is what's finna get you blocked

Problems on my shoulders, man, it really gots me fucked

Don't be asking questions if you don't want me to talk

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