Woods, The Mighty - Truly Yours, lyrics

I see you doing your thing, aye Everybody want a ring, aye Doing 90 on the freeway Trying to get out my brain, aye I don't want these thoughts Had to go and cut em off Everybody want what we had but we had to go and throw it out, yeah Too much of good thing can be toxic So we boxed it up then we threw the love in a closet Now, I'm smoking and drinking It's back to back I'm sure that you doing the same thing Everywhere I go I get flashbacks No tactic can attack that But a full gla** gon' suppress this feeling I get to go text you I'm pretty sure that my next b**h Will have a rough time tryna best you And the s** ooh How did I get up, I left you? f** All that I got is my work now Two tapes On a third now They so hot they could burn down like my whole town And I got time to go work out Guess That's a blessing sh**, this got me way under pressure My whole life I been learning lessons and God keep em on coming Never heard of someone who grew up without a bit of that struggle Gotta build a city and then conquer The only thinking bout my future I wanna f** you up with them commas Talking numbers on videos Downloads and dollars I'm never gon f** with your drama I got big rings coming Big things coming Stay dancing like diamonds What a time to be alive, aye Only Uber but I got the drive C'mon Baby gotta wipe your eyes You still alive And you know you fly Gotta promise me that you'll try I'm no different than you I get high cause sometimes you know feel sad too, aye I see you doing your thing, aye Everybody want a ring, aye Doing 90 on the freeway Trying to get out my brain, aye I don't want these thoughts Had to go and cut em off Everybody want what we had but we had to go and throw it out, yeah Too much of good thing can be toxic So we boxed it up then we threw the love in a closet Now, I'm smoking and drinking It's back to back I'm sure that you doing the same thing Everywhere I go I get flashbacks No tactic can attack that Got the whole game in my backpack Stay outta my Lanez You get nap-sacked Better duck or you gonna get Aflacked I got big moves on my Atlas But You'll always have my address There's always love where I come from and you always gonna have access To my mattress Or my back door You kept it real I couldn't ask for more We left it without getting battle-torn We gotta be on our own, we can battle through it But hit me up If it's just to chat Or you need a laugh You already know I would text back Truly yours There's open door It's me of course The Mighty Yah Yeah-yeah