Текст песни Envy - J Mag

Why you always gotta be the one to envy me?
I seen it comin'
Now you becomin' a memory
This for thinkin' that you was ever ahead of me
Yeah
No, you was never ahead of me
Nah
What you see is what you get, hater
What you saw when you seen me; was just a threat, hater
What you knew when you met me, was nothin' less, hater
Started stylin' on Khalid 'cause we the best, hater
You look stressed out
Girl, you gotta let out
See, for me, I'm man
So, I don't ever sweat out
Gotta keep my cool
My paper and my pen out
I don't need a pen pal
Think we gotta end now
Yeah
I bet you soon you'll be proud
Then, I'm still goin' through hoops
And movin' these mountains
Still gotta go and prove that I'm who I'm announcin'
Kind of lost
Trying to fend for myself
It never ends
How they love me then, they hate me
Then, they love me again
First, she love me then, she hate me
Then, she wants me again
Shit never ends
Textin'
"Hey! How you been?"
First, she hug me then, she kiss me
Then, she fucks me again
Lucky again
Trust me
I'm buggin' again
She gon' need me
She gon' leave me
She gon' want to be friends
Damn
That's kind of muggy
Am I runnin' again?
Runnin' from another expense that I can't spend but.

There she goes again
Don't you wanna be my friend?
There she goes again
There she goes again
Don't you wanna be my friend?
Girl, just know I...

I'm in the middle of gettin' rid of my enemies
I'm in the middle of gettin' rid of my enemies
I'm in the middle of gettin' rid of my enemies
Why you always gotta be the one to envy me?

Not at all what you pretend to be
Yeah
Now you're caught up in your memories
Aye
And you're caught up in the misery
Used to be a friend of me
Now you gotta envy me

You should be happy for me
Happy for me
Happy for me
I know you bitches all too well
You'd rather see me fail
Be miserable as hell
Then me winnin' and me doin' it all by myself
Without sellin' my soul
Without sellin' my soul

It's kind of strange
But the way the games arranged
Applied aim
But it's out of my range, though
Yeah I copped up some new shit
I'm the same, though
Made a little change
Shit changed
But, I don't change, though
Had friends die too young, I can't call it
Crazy how early Aug died in August
It's all just, fucked up now
It's raw shit
But God tellin' me to be strong and just walk in
The valley of the shadow of death
I keep walkin'
Opportunities keep knockin'
I keep fallin'
Possibilities don't stop
I keep talkin'
I'm a different breed with the ball
I'm play-callin'
Now these ho's wanna be artists
They drawin'
Catch'em hangin' by a thread now
And they fall in
My inner circle the 3rd month
They march in
Winnin' on my mind
The fame and all the fortune
We all in

I'm in the middle of gettin' rid of my enemies
I'm in the middle of gettin' rid of my enemies
I'm in the middle of gettin' rid of my enemies
Why you always gotta be the one to envy me?

Not at all what you pretend to be
Yeah
Now your caught up in your memories
Aye
And your caught up in the misery
Used to be a friend of me
Now you gotta envy me

You should be happy for me
Happy for me
Happy for me
I know you bitches all too well