[Verse 1: JL]

Yo, I've been a starving artist for years

The arguments we've had have over it have brought me to tears

I know part of it is I could of had a hundred careers

Put the same amount of time in and then made us all millionaires

Know it scares my momma that Imma fail

Tell her my talents are rare and I done plotted a trail

Want me to have kids but I won't be in JL

And the face disappears up under the wedding veil

No trace of faith at the crossroads

Complaints from a blank face that I'm not so hot so I'm hostile

In any case I'm a lost soul, chasing the dream in tears and runny nostril

Basically I'm weird look what me got though

Skills but if that pay bills be in a yacht float-

-ing off the coast how I feel riddle me not

Everything stop you give me another shot

[Chorus: Bre The 1st Lady]

[?]

You're just a little bit too good for me

And I can't live up to these expectations for me

[Verse 2: JL]

All ya'll come to me to be the strong one

Imma say this past year done been a long one

I done stayed on my path another song sung

Gotta pray all I ask forgive the wrong done

The outcome has all got to fall apart

I'm out, done, I fall with a broken heart

Like how come it's always cold and dark

I done sacrificed it all for this spoken art

Everybody telling me it's coming though

My reality has been telling me I should let it go

Is there hell at the dead end I'm heading fo'

Hell I wouldn't be surprised if my head explode

Attempt to write up another classic

Like a pimp telling me do it or get my ass kicked

I'm convinced failing is truly a lack of passion

And I'll admit I was distracted in the traffic

[Chorus: Bre The 1st Lady]

[?]

You're just a little bit too good for me

And I can't live up to these expectations for me

[Verse 3: JL]

Feeling like I can hang with the best of them

I spit it you ain't feel it shit it was like the death of them

Knocked off of the high horse got to confess I'm in

A downward spiral misfortunate estimate

Stress weighing heavy upon my chest

I'm praying, no playing shit is a mess

I was hiding out at the pain get this address

I ain't lying tried that opportunity missed

Getting fucked up so many reasons that I'm blessed

Knowing that you only collaborate with the best

Won't elaborate but I thought I had it I guess

That I ain't as good in comparison to the rest

I'm sinking, who do I gotta kill

Got me thinking maybe I wasn't ready keeping it real

Maybe I don't have what it takes to get a deal

Mistakes got me ill

I gotta chill

[Chorus: Bre The 1st Lady]

[?]

You're just a little bit too good for me

And I can't live up to these expectations for me