AVERY'S INTERLUDE

[Verse]

They don't even know the half

Just so they could eat, you was scraping up your last

And you was feeling down, but that smile was the mask

And you put all your energy in tryna get this cash, yeah

Naked in the middle of the street while they stoned you

All that fucking pain, you just want someone to hold you

Strangers tryna tell you who you are as if they know you

I'm open with my scars, if you listen, I could show you

Cold, cold world for the Black man

Tryna be a dad through resistance

All you hear is, "This nigga ain't never taking care of his kids"

Why don't you listen to the story of somebody that is?

And don't nobody really give a fuck what you need, you a man

Don't nobody think that you bleed, it's off brand

I envy women 'cause I feel like y'all can cry so quick

And I just wanna do the same, but my eyes don't drip

I wanna cry like rivers in the Nile like

Telling you what I like, telling you what I'm like

What my inner child like, what my inner sky like

When I wasn't vocal, what was happening in my life

But my pain ain't real, I'm only good enough to pay her bills

I'm on this track to display my feels

She told me straight to my face I am only a bank

I seen all they true colors, Heaven, show me the way

And so today

I'm finna do everything that I love and spend the day with my son

And fly us out to the West, I got a crib on the beach

Don't hit me about a check, don't hit me about a fee

We kicking it at the spa, got "Summerhouse" on repeat

I'm smiling at baby boy, he smiling right back at me

I really don't give a fuck if it is taking my piece

Not sitting here to be judged, don't point your finger at me

But point it at yourself, bitch

This season, I've been feeling hella fucking selfish

Hella fucking savage

Heli-fucking-copter take us out to Catalina

I be dancing 'round the world like a fucking ballerina

You was Tweeting "Fuck Kota," I was out in Pasadena

Doing yoga in the park 'til I had to feed the meter

I'm confessing like a sinner, don't mistake me for a preacher

Get my own damn flowers, make a promise, I'ma be my peace