Twinnzel Washington - Please Get Better lyrics

[Verse] Money to be made, how much can I get? Dudes swear they hate me, how long 'til they quit? They talk about my life, I act like they don't exist Cause I know they'd give up theirs to live like this Dreams come true that's the story of my life Chicks I used to dream about call me every night Rappers that I grew up on talking 'bout me now Mama called my phone say I need to slow it down And I be like "Why?" Really, Mama, Why? You know that me and my brother been working all our lives You know I'd never stop until the day somebody hear me And all they think about is the day somebody k** me And I'm thinking "For what?", I never had much Dropped out of school cause I wouldn't catch the bus Skipping school, staying home, didn't know no better Then I got a phone call from Sony Records I thought it was fake. Somebody was joking Why the f** this white man calling me from Oakland Giving me some wet dreams that I already had Swear every time I f** up I think about my dad He tell me "Do this", I do something else I never ever listen unless he had a belt But I'm too old for that so I'll just whip myself Into some better shape, unless y'all about to help Same b**hes laughing about how I fall off Is now giving me phone calls now when I'm on And that's the way my friends act on they own But guess that's why my daddy said I'll have few friends when I'm grown I talk out of my head very often Back then it used to be me and myself talking I ain't crazy, I'm just in denial They want me to be happy but they ask me why I smile When sh** is looking bad, when things are going down When friends steal your money, when n***as steal your style? And I ain't trying to beef, but some how I look for it Can't control my temper, my mama bought a book for it That said if I was mad at anything in the world That I should hit a pillow but I chose to hit my girl For who ever to piss me off, what ever occurs I lay my head on her, begin to calm my nerves I live life fast and that's just sad People who talk about me don't know sh** about my past People who know my past don't know sh** about my a** But always got a story of how I changed because of cash I noticed you ain't change. Matter of fact you still the same Doing the same sh** we did when I used to live in the back of Ames So how're you going to tell me how to do me & be me? You think you know it all cause you seen the sh** on TV To the stress that occurs, to the problems that done came I can never complain. I just remain the same And word to all these voices that are living in my brain No one ever could hurt me again No one ever could hurt you No one ever will hurt you I swear We all love you So please get better again