vain

Sometimes been hard, but I'm talking in vain

See my words on the map, tell me what does it say

These thoughts so bad and I'm looking for a God right now, baby don't let me pray

Still working on myself, got a plan worked out, but the paper caught flame

Gradually losing on myself, baby, two words are enough to stop the whole pain

Down, down, like both of the twins

Like wise to the music that I couldn't live

Been a fan of producing, but never produced

Didn't love a ton of my bitches, but some I just could

Show that

They didn't do