Guidance

I spend my days just tryna make it right, But when I do I go MIA I know you Running through my mind so baby hold me tight, I swear we both need the time of day-Ay Say Yes, Say Less, Say Yes, Say Less X 2 Imposter syndrome Traumatized No parental guidance so my compass got internalized What’s for breakfast EBT and side of curly fries Jack in the box Value Menu It’s hard to love u cuz you damn near see no value in you Endo You smoke away your issues I feel your pain tho lowkey cuz you’re just hard to get to And not to mention vent to Hate being sentimental- sent it past your mental, just explode like coke and mentos Java scripts in Starbucks menus, Java script just hard to lend you, So Pay extra for it, my crowns heavy Cuz a lecture for it just sound deadly And I guess that’s why my old house empty Say Yes, Say Less, Say Yes, Say Less X 2 I spend my days just tryna make it right, But when I do I go MIA I know you Running through my mind so baby hold me tight, I swear we both need the time of day-Ay And Maybe if this life was like the moldavite We would both see a steady change I know the reason that it happens isn’t overnight But I swear I wish it was today