I’ve seen It all.... Ain’t going back
Man call me French.... Now that’s a fact
I was waiting.... For a call back
Now you hanging.... Don’t call me jack
You put me on hold
A place that was cold
It was bend or fold
Or so.... I was told
Yeah I might sound bold
You thought I was gold
For that I got rolled
Like a dirty mould
Yeah It might be old
Now It’s getting sold
Might wanna wait for that....
Now get controlled
Times like these....
Your true colour showed
It tore me apart....
Now I’m getting sewed
Man life’s a lesson
No more stressing
I’ll give you that....
Full of blessing
Now I’m pressing
It’ll take a second
You know where I’m at?
I’m second guessing
Stay true to yourself
Like no one else
Gave you a chance....
You had my help
Let’s not forget
The time you said
About all my rants....
I’m out of my head
What Is good to me
The probability
When I’m writing rhymes....
It Is peace for me
‘Cos now I’m free
The time Is three
It’s recharging time....
Don’t wait for me
I’ve seen It all.... Ain’t going back
Man call me French.... Now that’s a fact
I was waiting.... For a call back
Now you hanging.... Don’t call me jack
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