Hang Up

I've been raring to go Only hear V tear it up once before Been a minute, I admit it, that was on me Been a minute, I admit it, it was daunting Talking Bout things in the real life You know, things in my bones that I feel like Holding on the phone with an ease line And the woman don't know how to be kind He's like: "Baby girl, she a volunteer She don't even have a need to really be here Take what you can get, have I been clear? Yeah I get you're upset but I'm done here" K Your immaturity disgusts me I'd be better off if it was just me My independence is always adjusting Only in proportion with how much I'm trusting Boy I got money on my mind, leave me alone You on me all the time, I gotta go You want me to be fine on your time That's not how it works, grow up or go home You're right here but I'm solo In bed but I'm solo Not panicking solo Inside You want to hold me, but you're not gonna get my time You want to know me, but ghost every time I cry I've been raring to go Only hear V tear it up once before Been a minute, I admit it, that was on me Been a minute, I admit it, it was daunting Talking Bout things in the real life You know, things in my bones that I feel like Holding on the phone with an ease line And the woman don't know how to be kind Hang up like I got out cause I felt low If I'm honest, I'm anonymously telling him off I've been blossoming the opposite of feeling a loss If I'm honest, I'm not gonna miss a sucker at all If I'm honest, I could fuck a kiss and suffer alone That's a promise, I can duck a fit and weather a storm And I'm working on me in the nighttime Feeling the sightline mirror back and go high and I feel a crack, it's on my end I need a map, don't know my hand I'm tearing at - not so - my friend Want my Barack and Joe Biden A best friend in me Generation Depressed, do you feel me? Generation of Stress, do you hear me? Our generation's a mess and I see you, you I see you pill popping and going higher I'll make you miss a dose and keep you tired You're right here but I'm solo In bed but I'm solo Not panicking solo Inside You want to hold me, but you're not gonna get my time You want to know me, but ghost every time I cry I've been raring to go Only hear V tear it up once before Been a minute, I admit it, that was on me Been a minute, I admit it, it was daunting Talking Bout things in the real life You know, things in my bones that I feel like Holding on the phone with an ease line And the woman don't know how to be kind Hang up like Tell me what it is What it is What it is Boy