I used to stress, I was chasin´ all the wrong things, mm
Got in my bag, started counting all my blessings
Where these niggas was at when I would call?
Pick up your phone, throw me a bone

It´s hard to get a lil´ privacy, that´s what we chose, me and my woes
Ain´t runnin´ through the six, copped the BM that´s a eight real cozy
I need them to love me
Love outside of the stage, they know my story
They know my story