Flashbacks Lyrics

Before you talk, can you show me where that bag at

Been hurt too much, I'm so tired of having flashbacks

One day they here, one day they not, and I can't have that

You ever stop talking to me, just know that you can't come back

Who can you trust

How could you leave me all alone, thought it was us

I think it's best to take our time, don't need to rush

How could you give up on me, that shit ain't love

I got no hoes in my clothes, but I got on ripped jeans

I be mugging in my picture, but I swear I ain't mean

No matter what season it is, if I fall, you gone leave

How the fuck you change on a nigga we supposed to be on the same team

I sell my own clothes before I say you a dream

I'm addicted to this mic like a junkie addicted to lean

Can't judge a book by it's cover, everything is not what it seems

Feel like I been giving out more love than I done ever received

Feel like I been giving out more love than I ever did

Barely can feed myself, so I ain't got time to have no fucking kids

Barely can feed myself, remember the time we ain't have no food in the fridge

Got it out the mud all on my own, just like I was a pig

I been focused on that bag, that's what I been on lately

If I tell y'all the things I been through, you will probably think I'm crazy

And I know my time coming, I'm just still patiently waiting

And I know my time coming, but I just gotta be patient

Before you talk, can you show me where that bag at

Been hurt too much, I'm so tired of having flashbacks

One day they here, one day they not, and I can't have that

You ever stop talking to me, just know that you can't come back

Who can you trust

How could you leave me all alone, thought it was us

I think it's best to take our time, don't need to rush

How could you give up on me, that shit ain't love

Late night laying in my bed, having fastbacks when they did me dirty

Late night laying up in my bed, she eating it up like some turkey

I only slide up once, after that I ain't being thirsty

I'm trying to be so well off by the time that I'm thirty

I hate a female trying to tell a nigga how to be a man

Like you got a pussy and I got a dick, like bitch what the fuck you saying

I'm trying to perfect all my music, I'm trying to improve my brand

I ain't really have shit, so that's why I'm trying to go hard to get land

I try to keep my cool, but I can bring that heat like Jimmy Butler

I'm just now meeting you want me to pay for shit, bitch I am not a sucker

It's Friday, time to pop a blunt like that nigga Chris Tucker

I can lose it all and get it back, cause I'm a real true hustler

I can't call up nobody, so I ain't go pick up my phone

I ain't even got no friends, I don't even know why I'm wearing V-Lone

I'm a dog, but I gotta eat me up off the bone

They cannot show no love compared to all I done shown

Flashbacks to when that hoe did me wrong

She got tired of me living with her, she try to keep me out of her home

I'm making music in that closet, bandlab and headphones

I know it's gonna look shitty when very finally take off with these songs

Have you had that stomach growling feeling when you ain't had nothing to eat

You trying to make it to the next day, but it will be hard for you to sleep

Wake up, go to work, go back home, and then go repeat

I gotta be the chosen one, cause this shit ain't for the weak