Saba - Make Believe lyrics

[Intro: LaRena Chandler] It's your mother, call me back when you can, talk to you, bye-bye Hey, it's your mother, call me when you get a chance Talk to you later, love you, bye Hey, you, call your mother as soon as you can, bye, love you, yeah [Verse: Saba] I got everything I could ever need And I try to keep that in mind anytime I meet a man tryna sell a dream It ain't no one tellin' me what to sing (No) And the people around me got better things To do with they life than tellin' me what I should do in a rhyme Instead of being with my family, I was in Canada, I was in Tokyo I didn't know before I learned as much as I love to perform at the shows It's the people close I gotta show it for Just lost a friend to an overdose Made me question what I'm even sober for 'Cause I used to think that I was scared to die, but I don't even know no more Look, Ma, I made it, it's like we dreamed Look, Ma, I made it, it's make believe Your boy in LA in a fancy house and my car don't got a key Some people I wanted to be proud of me (Yeah) Ain't walkin' this earth and that shatters me (Yeah) But I learned to imagine things so I feel it when they lookin' after me (Yeah) My heart used to be filled with jealousy for what others had, amongst other things And then when y'all sit in the same room, you realize they ain't what they seem Yeah, uh [Chorus: Saba] Look, Ma, I made it, it's like we dreamed Look, Ma, I made it, it's make believe 'Cause Black boys on this side of town not supposed to be on the front page of the newspaper (Newspaper) For doin' greater (Doin' greater) I spent a lot of time wonderin' who will save us It's food on the table, I'm grateful, I don't give a fu*k 'bout a label Yeah, they put a mill' on the table but my granny really put meals on the table [Interlude: Daoud & Saba] Westside right on time We can play make-believe just like we did when we were five Save those looks for a desperate time Do what feels right Do what, do what (Yeah) Compliments don't get me high Sometimes, I get overwhelmed and I feel I want to hide Fall in love when you're forty-five And now, do what feels right Do what, do what [Instrumental Break] [Outro: Fousheé] I gotta grow into these shoes I got a lot to lose now I made all these things tangible That's why I can't fu*k with make believes Too much pressure for me Why I can't fu*k with— Why I can't fu*k with— Too much pressure for me (I can't fu*k with—) That's too much pressure on me There's too much waste in the world (I can't fu*k with—) That's too much pressure on me Why I can't fu*k with