"Somewhat A Man (Reality Check)" lyrics
(Yeah, look, and, it's Floetry)
Please, let your heart rest, I
Know I won't get a chance, unlike the rest of those guys
I see myself in a woman's hands, I go restless, I
Pick apart all my flaws and then, I seek refuge from
A lady needing a broken man
For trauma-dumping entertainment, signs of affirmation
Anything that's under oddly above
Until I reach my limit
Manners made me weak
'Cause then she sees a fragile, mature man
Who makes a mayor can
A perfect line, but scared to play my hand
I ask what makes a man
But you claim you never needed the answer
Don't please me with your silence
Leave me be with all this love and hope I had for being honest
Hopefully you honest
Prayed you'd be regardless
But hope won't grin a thing when your description is
To be a liar, I need more than homage
I bleed from my knowledge
I seek peace and mileage to keep me on time
And I plead for you often
I'm sorry, I'm not meeting your standards or easily managed
(Yeah, look, and, yeah)
What makes a man could be the...
At least I think that's what it was
Treat me when you gone
Keep with me your thoughts
Rid me of this box, I
Need more treatment, my love
Hate to be a pain, but lately, I ain't staying the same
'Cause I believe the man was cause the girl that sat beside him
I look back, and I still see me sad without her
(I still, yeah)
Please, let your heart rest, I
Know I won't get a chance, unlike the rest of those guys
I see myself in a woman's hands, I go restless, I
Pick apart all my flaws and then, I seek refuge from
A lady needing a broken man
For trauma-dumping entertainment, signs of affirmation
Anything that's under oddly above
Until I reach my limit
Manners made me weak
'Cause then she sees a fragile, mature man
Who makes a mayor can
A perfect line, but scared to play my hand
I ask what makes a man
Could be the girl that sits beside him
(Yeah)
What makes a man could be the girl that sits beside him
Or the girl that used to sit with him
Or the mindset of the man that knows somebody's without 'em
I could tell you what won't make a man, but then you would deny 'em
All these girls want famous niggas for a title
The fancy clothes make the niggas buy 'em makes they world delightful
And when you get back on your feet, they say "congratulations"
And now they put you on the list of they con'
(Yeah, look, and, it's Floetry)
Please, let your heart rest, I
Know I won't get a chance, unlike the rest of those guys
I see myself in a woman's hands, I go restless, I
Pick apart all my flaws and then, I seek refuge from
A lady needing a broken man
For trauma-dumping entertainment, signs of affirmation
Anything that's under oddly above
Until I reach my limit
Manners made me weak
'Cause then she sees a fragile, mature man
Who makes a mayor can
A perfect line, but scared to play my hand
I ask what makes a man
But you claim you never needed the answer
Don't please me with your silence
Leave me be with all this love and hope I had for being honest
Hopefully you honest
Prayed you'd be regardless
But hope won't grin a thing when your description is
To be a liar, I need more than homage
I bleed from my knowledge
I seek peace and mileage to keep me on time
And I plead for you often
I'm sorry, I'm not meeting your standards or easily managed
(Yeah, look, and, yeah)
What makes a man could be the...
At least I think that's what it was
Treat me when you gone
Keep with me your thoughts
Rid me of this box, I
Need more treatment, my love
Hate to be a pain, but lately, I ain't staying the same
'Cause I believe the man was cause the girl that sat beside him
I look back, and I still see me sad without her
(I still, yeah)
Please, let your heart rest, I
Know I won't get a chance, unlike the rest of those guys
I see myself in a woman's hands, I go restless, I
Pick apart all my flaws and then, I seek refuge from
A lady needing a broken man
For trauma-dumping entertainment, signs of affirmation
Anything that's under oddly above
Until I reach my limit
Manners made me weak
'Cause then she sees a fragile, mature man
Who makes a mayor can
A perfect line, but scared to play my hand
I ask what makes a man
Could be the girl that sits beside him
(Yeah)
What makes a man could be the girl that sits beside him
Or the girl that used to sit with him
Or the mindset of the man that knows somebody's without 'em
I could tell you what won't make a man, but then you would deny 'em
All these girls want famous niggas for a title
The fancy clothes make the niggas buy 'em makes they world delightful
And when you get back on your feet, they say "congratulations"
And now they put you on the list of they con'
(Yeah, look, and, it's Floetry)
Writer(s): Devin Jamar Jones
