"M.O.M." lyrics

Tryna make a man outta me shit
Give me what I want and not what I need and
Tell me all your fantasies
All your memories
All the shit we breath seeds in
You tell me it's a brand new season
Nothing like the month of may
Hella sun and hella shade

Always down to celebrate
With the people that you hate
Long as they the ones who pay for it
Never nothing on your plate
Never meaning what you say
Even when you gotta great thought
Even when you got a great thought
The area you in a grey
I think you would make a great thot
I think you would make a great-

I took a drive in the rain
Washed away my pride and all it left me was pain (I'm clean)
People always talk but I ain't hear what they saying to me
I just stay in my lane (I mean)
Folks I left behind keep calling out with disdain
Throw dirt on my name
But it won't trouble my brain
I wonder if they notice that this shit is a game
And the reason they lose is cause they fleeing from change

But they wouldn't like that though
Cause as soon as they get nervous they go right back home
I got people who gon stay here through the night
You with people that gon trade you for a dime
Count myself lucky that I even got my sight back
I'm coming right back
I'm coming right
And please don't ask me where I'm at I'm on a flight back

Keep tryna make a man outta me shit
Give me what I want and not what I need and
Tell me all your fantasies
All your memories
All the shit we breath seeds in
You tell me it's a brand new season
Nothing like the month of may
Hella sun and hella shade