Trista's Diary Lyrics

Why it always feel like family do you dirty

You been driving yeah drunk and you steady swerving

Tryna go and hide the pain behind the curtain

Physical you good, but mentally it's steadily hurtin

She had a battle in the kitchen with her Dad

Ain't no looking back, there ain't no looking back

She been steady feeling hopeless,

Like Momma send her racks

They tryna kick me out the house

And then my feelings gonna drag

I said some hopefully, they coming let me really back in

Left with duffle bags, I just need my racks in it

They done switched up they persona

Like it's … Ben 10

And they didn't give me no privacy

I need some money, pockets full with lent

Aye this a story about little Trista

Been trying to find some safety

But don't got no goalie

Bout to goto the kickback

Go and chillax, bout to keep on pouring

Gotta turn off my Life 3 Lil 60

Obtain wings then I'm soaring

I'm just trying to get in my bag

I'm tired of sleeping on this flooring

Arriving home from college

Feel like family don't give her space

And she been fighting with her conscience

She got a lot up on her brain, ouh wow

She said my parents done like tap my phone

Like Trista keep your faith

I know you remember that tragic memory

Like back in ninth grade

I said some I can correlate

I just need some better days

Fifty messages on the snap

And then it come in like a tidal wave

I don't know what to feel today

I've been used like so many ways

Don't throw that crap up in her face

Cause I ain't got the time today

I told her you can come vent to me

I'm your friend not your enemy

If your family do you wrong

Told them go and keep that energy

And why you do me like that

Real family gonna keep it a stack

Fake people gonna grab that knife

You feeling stabbed in the back

Sometimes I feel like they don't care bout me

My sneak out the house

My pop out at a party

Because really they don't worry bout me

Might hop in the whip cause im really feeling lonely

Driving be my therapy

I been swerving, dodging, drunk alone

Asking all those questions, mane I told em this no jeopardy

Aye this a story about little Trista

Been trying to find some safety

But don't got no goalie

Bout to goto the kickback

Go and chillax, bout to keep on pouring

Gotta turn off my Life 3 Lil 60

Obtain wings then I'm soaring

I'm just trying to get in my bag

I'm tired of sleeping on this flooring

Why it always feel like family do you dirty

You been driving yeah drunk and you steady swerving

Tryna go and hide the pain behind the curtain

Physical you good, but mentally it's steadily hurtin