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letra de wtf? (on my own pt. 2) - getbusy jt

[intro]
(i love you, jay)
gby for f-ckin’ ever

[chorus]
i-i-i’m lost, i don’t know what to do (i’m lost)
just hoping you good ‘cause i think about you (gby, gby)
i get thoughts in my head and start thinkin’ it’s true (uh-huh)
and i got nothing else, so i don’t wanna lose
i can tell by the way that you move
just wanna get rich for the whole f-ckin’ crew (uh-huh, uh-huh)
‘pose to sh-t on these n-ggas and call me ya b—
i can love on you hard, i got nothing to prove (real sh-t)
like, i don’t give a f-ck about l-st (that’s a fact)
you wanna fall back, it’s supposed to be us (that’s a fact)
my fault, i’m supposed to be strict on my trust (that’s a fact)
‘cause then when i don’t then my heart end up crushed (like, huh?)
just wanna talk, i don’t like when we fuss
like, “on my own” and i said it еnough
keep to myself and that sh-t is a must (must)
then the onеs in my life tend to go, what the f-ck? (what the f-ck?)

[verse]
i’m confused, we supposed to be close (uh-huh)
you expressing yourself in these instagram notes (baow)
don’t know how to tell you, these lyrics i wrote
and i think it’s my fault when i see your reposts (like, huh?)
b-b-built up sh-t, tie the knot at my t—
they might think i’m crazy, can’t go to the bro’s (like, baow-baow)
they all like to judge me, so, n-gga, i don’t
so that’s why i battle this sh-t all alone (uh-huh)
like, this sh-t gettin’ way too surreal (d-mn)
just wanna forget, start poppin’ these pills
i’m stuck ‘cause i don’t really know how to heal (what the f-ck?)
your energy shift, i don’t know how to feel (what the f-ck?)
i-i-i hate rapping on nyc drill (uh-huh)
if he talk on the crew, i’m confirming the k!ll
it gets worse, i’ma check, i’ma keep it a mill’
hope you come back to me when you need something real (real sh-t)
[chorus]
i-i-i’m lost, i don’t know what to do (gby)
just hoping you good ‘cause i think about you (gby, gby)
i get thoughts in my head and start thinkin’ it’s true (the f-ck?)
and i got nothing else, so i don’t wanna lose
i can tell by the way that you move
just wanna get rich for the whole f-ckin’ crew
‘pose to sh-t on these n-ggas and call me ya b—
i can love on you hard, i got nothing to prove (like, word to bro)
like, i don’t give a f-ck about l-st (that’s a fact)
you wanna fall back, it’s supposed to be us (that’s a fact)
my fault, i’m supposed to be strict on my trust (that’s a fact)
‘cause then when i don’t then my heart end up crushed (like, huh?)
just wanna talk, i don’t like when we fuss
like, “on my own” and i said it enough
keep to myself and that sh-t is a must (must)
then the ones in my life tend to go, what the f-ck? (gby sh-t) (i love you, jay)

- getbusy jt

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