[Intro]

J-A-Y

Find a topic, Look

[Verse 1]

It’s 4 am in Tampa as I stare in my reflection

Taking in every single inch of imperfection

No YouTube video or social media

Can cure my anxiety or my fear of rejection

And I know I’m the one but I don't really think they do

So I don’t ever say a word, I let them make they moves

My shorty been down bad with me broke

And I can still read her my mind before a word was spoke

Bitches always wanna hit her line

Dinner time turn into questions "Are you in her mind?"

"Or is she on yours? Have you been putting on a show through all these stages?"

"Niggas really out here on tour"

I never speak but understand like I’m on all fours

How in the world can I convince you that I’m all yours?

I’m honest, if niggas want problems then I’m all for it

Then I’m all for it, look

I know it’s times that you really didn’t keep it one hundred

And gave niggas times of day all in times of trouble

You needed answers and you wasn't tryna rush me

I told you I couldn’t feel because somebody had touched me and I

[Chorus]

I don't even know what to talk about

I, I don't even know what to talk about

Find a topic, past or present and live with it now

True to the game 'til the day I’m lowered into the ground

[Verse 2]

J-A-Y, look

This game is all about sacrifices

Shit is scripted and directed, I could show you why we acting like this

This game is all about the moves that you make

Time you give to someone else is someone’s time that you take

And the beats are the only place where I can speak my mind

But life’s riches won’t compare to the peace I find in my resting place

I work better when love interests are in separate space

I need a hell-cat for heaven's sake

And niggas get crowned just for dropping decent shit

Your greatest hits tape couldn’t fuck with none of my recent shit

How I give more energy to niggas I've been beefing with than girls I’m sleeping with?

Could make a clown nigga think if he exist

More venue spaces, empty places

Fake hoes, Fenty faces enter the matrix

Niggas give they soul to the void and can’t replace it

For some 12 year old kid in the comments to say "you made it"

Stanley, 7 and Ari know how I give it up

Eazzyy, ZAY and Ace know how I give it up

I just want the niggas with my last name to live it up

And when it’s all said and done, God, lift my spirit up

We all soldiers getting slain by the same pain

Niggas dying and you want to play the blame game

I heard your album, all yo shit sound the same-same

In the studio, I know these niggas probably saying

[Chorus]

I don't even know what to talk about

I, I don't even know what to talk about

Find a topic, past or present and live with it now

True to the game 'til the day I’m lowered into the ground