Trapo - Break From Me lyrics

[Intro] Is foreplay the move today? Swisher wraps and booze, more ways to move, yeah Swear this ride Ain't so bad at all Right I think you need a [Chorus] Break from me Vacation or something A blunt and a nap Been spent all my cash Ain't workin' for no one 'Least nobody yet Right, right (right) [Verse 1] Raffle Funny how this time you're the one that's throwin' the tantrum Wanted to be romantic How do I make you better? Let this liquor replenish your spirit Couple hours have pa**ed, a couple days are done I sent you back on the way On the road in Ohio, I had a meeting today Slam the door in Ohio, I get a text from her mom My daughter just got a job, so eat a dick 'cause she's fine [Chorus] Great for me Vacation or something Was waitin' for you Was waitin' for something In need of a woman Who tell me the truth Break from me (was waitin' for you, you) [Verse 2] I remain jubilant No diss is getting to me, no diss is getting to me The other day homie say ain't mean to stop you But who that girl you would talk to in high school The one with the nice b**bs and all, I'll wait Looking fused in office, stayin' confused and all Ready to throw a punch, I wonder if it would land Wonder if this is right, wonder, I pause Like for a moment, our skin tone make us special I should try and uplift you 'Stead of birthing my opposition Wanna be optimistic But the dead, poor, in jail cloud the vision for a n***a Ain't sh** promised but vagina and a sentence for a n***a Ain't sh** promised but my mama in the kitchen for a minute Stomach growling, still hear it Waiting hours, still hear it Taking showers, still hear it Ain't sh** promised for a n***a but our spirit You should fear and take a break from me Away from me I said, I need a smoke to clear my head [Chorus] Vacation or something A blunt and a nap Been spent all my cash Ain't workin' for no one 'Least nobody yet Right Break from me (right, right) Ain't workin' for no one [Outro] Which n***a are you? Hopeless and confused, education abused Graduation to lose, channel two A new n***a on the street A new statistic Another dream gone bad Another song song sad We pray for better days, wedding rings, and finer things Which n***a are you? Sweats or designer jeans? Right