don't know what to call it

i know there's a name

gotta be a name for this shit

i just don't know what

don't know what to call it

i know there's a name

gotta be a name for this shit

i just don't know what

don't know what to call it

i hurt so much in the last month

live everyday like it's your last one

can't trust nobody

i've been betrayed by everybody around

cracking jokes i don't laugh much

for help i never could ask much

if i'm down an out i get passed up

no one there to be found

this life is like a rodeo

up and down emotional roller coaster

problem solving ain't hard to cope with

but it's hard to follow rules

i'm the culprit

easy to talk but its hard to listen

but the goal i'm chasing ain't hard to picture

hurt to see every car i wanted

but behind the wheel i ain't the person in it

the chick i wanted

wanted someone popular

and i ain't that popular

but now i'm so high

you gon' need binoculars

now there ain't nothing that'll reach on side of us

bunk bed living had to sleep on top one another

there's nothing you could do for me

made it from the bottom to the top

can't stop my grind

really out my mind - true story!

lemme keep this shit 100

i don't know your name

you don't know my name

and that's the way i want it

i'mma do my thing

ain't gotta explain

i know there's a name

gotta be a name for this shit

i just don't know what

don't know what to call it

i know there's a name

gotta be a name for this shit

i just don't know what

don't know what to call it

i'm so pressured out to win

enough to make anyone consider the normal clique

flashing out having arguments

i'm no longer in bounds

what meets the surface ain't all you get

introverts can't be too talkative

now as my heart place all of it

usually i wear frowns

ain't no sense in my straight pretending

in a room full of people

i pays attention

steak for dinner

that we provided

made money in the slum that the street provided

behind my door

clutch heat beside it

out of line

i was taught let it eat somebody

put the sleeper silence

retreat from by me

if it ain't no profit

you should leave from buying it

certain things about it won't change

the world ain't able to see bout that

my pants they sagging below my waist

pockets filled with franks

say i'm wylin out ways

love the game

never back out

cold but is fair

and its fair but it's cold

sold not told

nigga trap out

lemme keep this shit 100

i don't know your name

you don't know my name

and that's the way i want it

i'mma do my thing

ain't gotta explain

i know there's a name

gotta be a name for this shit

i just don't know what

don't know what to call it

i know there's a name

gotta be a name for this shit

i just don't know what

don't know what to call it