paroles de chanson Chris & Tisha, Pt. 2 (Leave Me Now) - Austin Steele

Sometimes though
As high as I want to get
Be as far as I want to fall

(Leave me now) Tisha
(I'm black and blue) Tisha
Tisha, why you ain't, why you ain't picking up my phone?
(Tisha) I called you mad times today
(Yeah) I want to speak to my daughter (Hey)
Put put Bri on the phone (Yeah)
(Ungrateful Bitch)
I've been dealin' with a lot lately
That's ain't just your daughter nigga, that's mine too
(And I want to be a good father too)
(But you won't let me)
(You won't let me)
(You won't)
(I've been dealin' with a lot)
(You won't)
Hold up

I've been dealing with a lot lately
I know you stressin'
But don't mistake me
For a man (that) don't feel his wrongs
My bullshit helped me write this song
And this ain't a song about love
Or even a song about lust
This song's about the things I had
And along the way I lost my touch
My touch with how to handle
The world when life's dismantled
By niggas tied in suits
I loosen mine so it don't feel like a noose
And then you turn on the IG
See my niggas on the screen killed high-key
And people not seeing my talent
Has a weird way of fucking with my psych-key
And then I fall right back to the abyss
I want to live but it feels like a risk
And Tisha keeps calling phone
Cause my daughter wants to know when I'm home
And damn I know I'm wrong
But this whiskey is too damn strong
Now what am I to do
I'm on pills hoping help comes soon
Wait, wait

Remember, you remember
Remember how happy we were when we had Bri?
(It just be one of those days)
I remember your smile (Your smile was crazy)
(I'm tired of you saying it's always my fault)
(I'm tired of you always blamin' a nigga)
A nigga be trying
A nigga be stressed
And you, you sit there and blame a nigga for tryin'?
What type of per
What type of person is you
What, what type of bitch is you?
That's my word
(I feel like a fucking failure)
You don't know my stress
(I don't know who I want to be)
Tisha

I remember when I first met you
Your smile how could I forget you
You were the locksmith to my heart
The key was not to fall apart
But like the dumb we failing
I'm losing breath
Now I'm deep inhaling
Wishing to change the past
The best moments never seem to last
And I know I really ain't shit (Shit)
My dad called my mom a bitch
She smacked him and he hit back
The struggle sounded like some fighting cats
But only I was pussy
I want to help but fear just pushed me
So I left when I turned 18
Images of how I treat my queen
And fuck Bri not you too
I hope your mom explains to you
That I love you girl don't cry
It would kill me see you watch me try
And fail at being a dad
Minimum wage for a college grad
I wish I could've done better
Buy Bri Bri her first sweater
Be a better man to Tisha
And stop fucking with that bitch Alicia
But this hotel's my chamber
And hope another man claim's ya
Someone who could raise Bri right
Be the father figure she would like
I almost cried just writing those words
I love y'all
I hope you get this word
Wait, wait

(Leave me now) Tisha, Tisha
This is the last fuckin' time I'll call you today
(There's no more liquor)
(There's no more smokin')
(Tisha I'm, I'm doing better)
(You won't believe what's happening to me)
(No more abusin')
(I think, I think we'd get back together)
(They said)
(They said)
What do you think? (What'd you think?)
(I think immah get my job back)
Cause you know
(I think immah get it back)
You know I love you right?