paroles de chanson Heart to Heart Tape 2 - Jay Makeinit

I done wasted all my time
I gotta get back on my grind

Said if we haven't spoke for months
Why would you hit my phone
I don't really wanna see that name
Up on my screen
I been tryna figure out what happened
To us for months maybe this
Is the time where we can clarify things
Cause from the beginning to the end
I gave you the last of my efforts
I didn't know that you was under
All this fuckin' pressure
Baby you coulda came clean
That's why I'm writing you this love letter

Said I done wasted all my time
Tryna get to your heart
I got people bangin' my phone,
When this shit gonna stop?"
I could be out chasing a bag with
My bro's in the car
Then suddenly I think about you
And this shit get dark
I let my emotions get the best of me
I don't even want my closest friends
Next to me
I'm fighting off anxiety with drugs
Like that's what's best for me
I'm makin' up my own damn rules
Like I'm a referee
This shit bouta hit like momma's recipe

I been makin' all these plays
So now I got these bands up in my pockets
You said you been makin' plays
But you can't win a chip just like the rockets
That shit is getting sad what you
Gonna do to stop it
Cross you over like D. Rose
I hit the elbow then I pop it
Double-team like Jayson Tatum
Let if fly up in that garden
These niggas can't stop me if
They don't know where I done started

Yeah you say that you there for me
And you say that you care for me
Then how come when I hit yo' line
You're nowhere to be found
Cause you and me we can have a
Heart to heart on the phone right now
Cause I know I wasn't perfect myself
And I know sometimes I let you down
Yeah you say that you care
But you really don't
All these people round me but they
Really ain't here
When I look to my side you ain't
Nowhere to be found
Is it selfish to want the people I love
To stay around
Shawty asking me for help
I couldn't recognize it
Shawty always put in work
I couldn't realize it
So when she put up that lil front
I shoulda thought about it,
Now she breaking hearts there
Ain't no other way around it

Said I done wasted all my time
Tryna get to your heart
I got people bangin' my phone,
When this shit gonna stop?
I could be out chasing a bag with
My bro's in the car
Then suddenly I think about you
And this shit get dark
I let my emotions get the best of me
I don't even want my closest friends
Next to me
I'm fighting off anxiety with drugs
Like that's what's best for me
I'm makin' up my own damn rules
Like I'm a referee
This shit bouta hit like momma's recipe

I don't got the time to respond
To no fake shit
I'm busy road running' filling bags
As I lane switch
They talking mad dumb when
It comes to the basics
Cause ever since a young I was
Taught to go chase it
My pops he been grinding
Ever since he was a teen
As I grew up he tried to
Instill it into me
Washing cars on the street
To put food up on that table
I wonder how it was and
I wonder what they came from