Not At All

Oh, Glaa, oh, oh, yeah, yeah

It's so much pressure, don't want no heart discard it throw away

It was damaged, it was bruised, yeah, it was scarred up anyway

Everybody watchin', so I know them thoughts come with opinions

But fuck em, let em gossip, all that shade just mean you winnin

I can feel when something wrong with every bone in my skeleton

Tired to social media even though the shaderoom will make you irrelevant

If you ain't call me while I'm here, then later don't act phony

When I die, don't wish, haven't had a phone, they still don't call me then

If the grass wasn't greener on that side, I wouldn't have crossed it