Текст песни Baggage - Dr. AK Sterling

I got a lot of baggage cause I've been trippin'
Steady stacking up frequent flyer trials thanks to the frequency of my sinning
Turbulent the way I kept it spinning
See my struggle seems like it's always been women

Now this phenomenon, it probably dates back to the beginning
Probably has more to do with me, my childhood trauma, lack of impulse control and discipline than it ever had to Do with women
Probably since selfishness and immaturity made its way through TSA with a fake ID that said Pimpin'
Oddly, though many things were out of my control, I can't posit myself the victim

Filling up my passport, they were just places I liked visiting
Not people worthy of respect
That was a foreign sentiment and I couldn't get a visa
Something I would later come to regret like Bitcoin or influencers at the Fyre Fest sleeping in FEMA tents

Likewise, my groin was the tool guide that never got me anywhere but vexed
Yet I kept going
But it wasn't just sex
It was something about control, a lack of awareness and intimacy

Like a bunch of apartments, it was complex
Something about how I was socialized to take advantage and not care
Void of regrets
Something about boasting but being blind to the spiritual warfare behind what we see as threats

And lastly, there was something about my worth that left me with a wild desire to flex
Clearly, conquering my consorts was key
External influences and my ego had me thinking I was a player instead of a ho
Promiscuity was the subtext

It was all about that ism, mouthpiece of game, like who's next
But you know, the stats were still the same and the championship ring was still custom-coated with shame
I had to retire before I could grow
Basically, find a new lane

It was unfortunate though that I had to wait for my whole life to implode before I learned how to let go, let God And begin my healing journey
It was delayed and it showed
The overhead storage was full and though when it came to packing, I fancied myself a pro, I still had to check what I was trying to carry on or wouldn't be allowed to go
So I complied, sat back to enjoy the ride

Reflecting on all the sweet things my exes did for me, I wonder how many good relationships I've sacrificed at the Altar of my pride
To later be remembered for my infamy or simply criticized all the time, because I definitely made a couple of them Cry
Honestly, I might just be known for my harsh tone and irritability
The finger on the triggers are just part of the reason for that therapy

It figures
How many had to endure my mess while I refused to look inside
Far too many, I suggest
I was far too wasteful to have been that blessed, far too combative when overwhelmed or stressed

Loving me was like waiting on a table with 15 guests at the end of a shift, all requesting separate checks
Exhausting, I guess
Either way, my fall turned out for the best and perhaps now instead of my wounds, wholeness is all my partner gets