Lyrics 4 T P - Otaedoe

I wanna better my health
To make them feel what I felt
When they go right, I go left
'Cause all the give that I gave
And all the take that you kept
And all the way that you slept on me
It's crazy you flexed on me
Need I help myself
I can't be there for just you
And still be there for myself
Was done depending on they, I turn my "they" to a "me"
My circle small as this town
It's time we plants some new trees
It's time we sewed some new oats
And make some room for new growth

Two AM on that phone
Bitch done busted my lip
'Cause when life get mad, she gone fuck yo shit up
(But I was built to last tho)
(& i'm steady moving fast)

I'm running & I run it
I'm chasing after a love for the art, I can feel it coming
I want it, it's mine
Not in touch with the time lately
Been taking my time lately & searching for routes
Than go back in the house
And I don't wanna keep saying "i'm gonna..."
I'll contemplate for a summer
Fall off, than drop like I fumbled, stumbled & rolled
Niggas is Biden the Joes, I mean they biting the hoes
And I don't type it, or think
I just'a go's with the flow
I'm so collected, well rounded & I don't project it
I think i'm better, an aquarius, your predecessor
It's necessary that I let you know, i'm really better
Forever popping all this muh' fuckin' built up pressure
So behave
And it's just best you be brave
And put that 'S' on yo chest
'Taedoe, it's time that he reigns
All this za, got me new brain
New work got me traumatized
It's time we hopped in that field
It's time that I better mine
It's we pray a new pray
And find the good in new days
And bring the hope in new ways
So I can cope without Jay's
And go find me some new plays
(And find the good in new days)

Look, I was never ever, uh
Life's been deader, uh
It'll get better uh
Bitch this world cold, bring yo sweater, uh
Trick this world knows, you know better uh
You know better, uh
You know better

Bitch this world cold, bring yo sweater, uh
Trick this world knows, you know better, uh

Two A.M. on that phone
Bitch done busted my lip
'Cause when life get mad, she gone fuck yo shit up
(But I was built to last tho)

And i'm steady singing, steady singing

Two AM on that phone
Bitch done busted my lip
'Cause when life get mad, she gone fuck yo shit up
(But I was built to last tho)
(& i'm steady moving fast)

(It's Two AM, it's two AM)
(The phone is steady ringing)
(Who did ya lose again)
(It's colder when the heat is steady beading)
(Singing it's two AM, it's two AM)
(And life it got me thinking)
(Thinking I lose to win)
(It's hotter 'cause the cold will leave ya freezing)
She gone fuck yo shit up
I don't know how to feel no more, i'm just living