Maybe, I Lyrics

Gotta lose, to know when I get it right

What if I gotta choose, to know when I get it right

If it all goes away, hit me in the heart

I can't go on, I can't go on

Maybe I'll, maybe I'll

Maybe I got it

Maybe I ain't the one for you

Swear to God that I'm done with you, standing over you

Drop a rose, I pray to God he watching over you

This song here, it's overdue

Me and Brody smoking residue

He asked me about lil mama

I swear that I ain't never met you

Who is you

Being honest, don't give a fuck about what you do

She went and fucked my cousin too

You ain't even get paid to do it

I can't even call you a prostitute

Aye, my feelings locked like glovebox

She sending snaps with no tops

I'm sending shots like Oblock

I feel like Von in Icebox

Her pussy wide like lunchbox

They not like us fuck K. Dot

I'm in my feelings, eight shots

I can't even feel these eight shots

They in her base like Red Sox

All I aim at is head tops

They renting pussy, Redbox

I get mad pussy, Redd Foxx

This Glock knock off his dreadlocks

Your pussy tied no wedlock

I hope he make your bedrock

I hope that pussy gon' rot

I hope that bitch ain't forgot

I don't know what to do

So know when I get it right

What if I gotta choose

So know when I get it right

If it all goes away

It'd be enough

I can't recover from

I can't recover from

Maybe I gotta

I had a best friend, my partna

She cut me off for her partner

You mean that nigga that's snorting

You mean I ain't that important

All our pictures exported

All them pictures distorted

You know your voice I record it

Friendships that can't be aborted

Her love I can't even afford it

She broke my heart and ignored it

This deficit is caloric

I'm burning memories in ordinance

The spirit anointed

My heartbeat it's double jointed

You was supposed to be his Godmother

Now he won't even know of her

I tell him stories about her

Free as a butterfly, let her go

And she better fly

Holding on, that shit's suicide

No one, no one, know more than you and I

Who I tell when I gotta cry

Might as well keep that shit inside

This shit feel so juvenile

I thought she cared more

I guess I was in denial

I guess I was in denial

Yeah

Mmm

Maybe I gotta

Maybe I gotta

Maybe I gotta

Maybe I gotta

Maybe I gotta

Maybe I gotta