Lyrics Expectations (feat. Bre the 1st Lady) - Bre the 1st Lady , JL B.Hood

Yo, I've been a starving artist for years
The arguments we've had have already brought me to tears
I know part of it is I could of had 100 careers
Put the same amount of time in and then made us all millionaires
Nothing scares my momma that Imma fail
Tell her my talents are rare and I don't apply to the trail
Want me to have kids but I won't be in JL
And the face disappears up under the wedding veil
No trace of faith at the crossroads
Complaints from a blank face that I'm not so hot so I'm hostile
In any case I'm a lost soul, chasing the dream with tears and runny nostril
Basically I'm weird look what we got though
Skills but if that pay bills be in a yacht float-
-Ing off the coast how I feel riddle me not
Everything stop you give me another shot

You're just a little bit too good for me
And I can't live up to these expectations for me

All ya'll come to me to be the strong one
Imma say this past year done been a long one
I done stayed on my path another song sung
Gotta pray all I ask forgive the wrong done
The outcome has all got to fall apart
I'm out, done, I fall with a broken heart
Like how come it's always cold and dark
I done sacrificed it all for this spoken art
Everybody telling me it's coming up
My reality has been telling me I should let it go
Is there hell at the dead end I'm heading fo'
Hell I wouldn't be surprised if my head explode
Attempt to write up another classic
Like a pimp telling me do it or get my ass kicked
I'm convinced failing is truly a lack of passion
And I'll admit I was distracted in the traffic

You're just a little bit too good for me
And I can't live up to these expectations for me

Feeling like I can hang with the best of them
I spit it yeah feelin the shit it was like the death of them
Knocked off of the high horse got to confess I'm in
A downward spiral misfortune to estimate
Stress weighing heavy upon my chest
I'm praying that planned shit is a mess
I was hiding out at the pain get this address
I ain't lying tried that opportunity missed
Getting fucked up so many reasons that I'm blessed
Knowing that you only collaborate with the best
Won't elaborate but I thought I had it I guess
That I ain't as good in comparison to the rest
I'm sinking, who do I gotta kill
Got me thinking maybe I wasn't ready keeping it real
Maybe I don't have what it takes to get a deal
Mistakes got me ill
I gotta chill

You're just a little bit too good for me
And I can't live up to these expectations for me