So Sorry

I made it out them trenches I didn’t have no where to go, rags to riches, my bag getting bigger, I’m sorry I’m so indecisive, that’s the only thing I hate about them Libra’s I don’t need you, I can leave, I got my own now, I’m on now, I do my shoulder lean, bet he won’t play me green, my heart so cold just like Minnesota, I like cream of soda I’m doing my dance remember days I didn’t have nothing, I’m so sorry I can be what you want, cuz I would never be what you need, I swear these girls be hurting me mentally I can barely breathe Niggas hating cuz I’m doing me