Pray 4 Me

When I lay my head at night, I catch myself hoping yk i meant well

U said that I ain't got my head on right, Ik I was lookin for help

Found a good girl, seem to got her head on tight, had to see how it looked for myself

What's mine is urs, but it feel like a head on fight, when I'm tryn take my heart off ya shelf

I seen u had a collection, but ain't wanna mention, Ik u can't buy those w wealth

babygirl u keep ur love to urself

Don't think I can't tell babygirl cuz I dealt it

No recollection of having a connections, u could never feel it till after u fell

Keep ur 2 cents cuz I'm not wishing well, I hope it makes sense but I wish I ain't felt it

Cuz girl i like talkin thru touch n I ain't talkin lust, told me she hate my guts cuz I'm in love w hers, but that's not what it was, I was born a thug, I just can't get enough or express it

I don't like talkin too much n lovin sum shit up if we just shoulda fucked, i gotta watch my tongue, my heart fulla rust n ion do this much but still I give it up like it's rent