Lyrics

[Chorus]
I've been in trouble, I've done my wronging's
Everybody got problems, yours ain't my problem
Said cut the nonsense, said cut out the nonsense
Cause it ain't my problem, it ain't my problem
I felt like stopping, I felt like stopping
They never loved me, now it's love they're showing
It's on my conscience, always on my conscience
Money struggles, family troubles, that fucked my feelings
Stuck in rubble I was on knees and
There were barriers I couldn't see them
But when my head hit the roof, I went through the ceiling (Yeah)
Did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Did this on my own, now I'm barely breathing
Did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Did this on my own, what's a better feel-
I've been in trouble, I've done my wronging's
Everybody got problems, yours ain't my problem
Said cut the nonsense, said cut the nonsense
Cause it ain't my problem, it ain't my problem
My body aches, it ain't from drugs
It's from these pains, from blowing up
Pressure so high, from the Lord above
And I feel so fly, feeling like a dove
She like my music taste, so she wanna fuck
She like my music brain, so she wanna suck
Got pieces of the puzzle, but I'm missing love
I'm missing love, I'm missing love
I'm missing you nah, you're missing Saam
They claim they say congratulations, but never say what's up?
Remember all them mans faces, that would say some stuff
Claim that you knew me, you knew never me, but I know you son
I know you well, I know you good
Did this on my own, as I should
Did this on my own
Did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Yeah, did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Did this on my own, what's a better feeling
Written by: Samson Priddle, Taz Taylor
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