IT WILL/DON'T MAKE SENSE Lyrics

Let me show you somethin

Every time that you talk, shows you know nothin

Alright

Hit the door or somethin

Cause talkin' shit about Daddy Day Care ain'tgon' get you lovin

You know I'm playin

With you it's all love

But I know a couple folks who think that they too tough

Thinkin' that they above

All the accolades and shit

Yappin' on their phone, but got no motion to get rich

Trophies never meant a thing

But I got plans to make it stick

I got dogs who'll hit a lick

I'm just tryin' to stay locked in

Locked inside the studio

Standin' on bidness

Had to thrift up on the fit

I'm still flyer than the kids who rockin' all designer shit

If I had the chance to even miss, I know I'd fail at it

I ain't trippin' bout a diss, like

Eric ask, why do you do this?

I say it's bout the music

Heal from pain and trauma so I don't go and abuse it

Heartbreak and anger, I've been tryin' to lose it

So I grip this mic with my life, knowin' I gotta use it

To bring home to the game, to bring home to my name

Make sure I'm not the same, just to see some brighter days

Growth I gotta face, cause this love won't fade away

If it does, I keep it movin, keep it pushin' anyway

I say please don't talk to me

These emotions, I keep bottling up

I know that you will be right there for me

But what happens when I've lost self-love

Let me show you somethin

Every time that you talk, shows you know nothin

Alright

Hit the door or somethin

Cause talkin' shit about Daddy Day Care ain'tgon' get you lovin

You know I'm playin

With you it's all love

But I know a couple folks who think that they too tough

Thinkin' that they above

All the accolades and shit

Yappin' on their phone, but got no motion to get rich

Trophies never meant a thing

But I got plans to make it stick

I got dogs who'll hit a lick

I'm just tryin' to stay locked in

Locked inside the studio

Standin' on bidness

Had to thrift up on the fit

I'm still flyer than the kids who rockin' all designer shit

If I had the chance to even miss, I know I'd fail at it

I ain't trippin' bout a diss, like

I used to carry pain

And the envy would weigh me down

I mean it's funny how the love turn to hate

Like the change in my pocket when I get it out

Then how you act surprised when the same shit you hate

Is the same exact shit you talk to me about and tolerate?

It don't make sense It'll make sense It'll don't make sense

It don't make sense

But It'll make sense, yeah, it'll make sense

It don't make sense

But It'll make sense, yeah, it'll make sense

It don't make sense

But It'll make sense, yeah, it'll make sense

It don't make sense

But It'll make sense, yeah, it'll make sense