Lyrics

She said "P you not lovable"
Baby you so right
She said "P boy I'm done with you"
Baby it's alright
How do it feel to be number two?
I don't know
How do it feel to be done with you?
I don't wanna know
Complicating life, overanalyzing everything I feel like something ain't fine, something ain't right
Life feel like it's just fading now
Credits roll got a lil paper now
Family think that I'm famous now
And everybody think that I made it out
Ain't talked to Jasmine in a few months, crazy how said that we were cool once
Ain't seen the man that I knew once
Momma like Praise can't get through to ya
Damn I miss grandma Angie
(Ou ou)
Places and feelings I can't go
God damn I miss grandma Angie
(Ou ou ou)
If skin was little brighter they'll call me folk
They act like they can't understand me
The fuck is y'all talking 'bout plan b?
Do I do it for me or the family?
Do I do it for me or the Grammy
(ou farewell, I say farewell, I wish you well, oh how, for you I say farewell)
(Oh)
(Farewell, I wish you, wish her)
Fuck it I hit my little dance now
Everybody they come with they hands out
Can't wait for you I'm not time well
Said momma your son is the man now
I don't say bye I say I'll see you tomorrow
Gotta feel it, I sing with my eyes closed
Tell little P he'll be alright
Tell him it'll be fine now
Farewell, farewell, farewell
I won't say bye I'll see you later
Farewell, farewell, farewell
I won't say bye I'll see you later
(Farewell)
Written by: Praise McNealy, Sammy Atlas
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