Contemplate

[Verse 1] Dear sweetheart, wassup boo Whatchu up to? More club moves? I call her, no answer Her phone in the bag, she dancing Its four now, the clubs over I call her, but oh hold up Yall know what? ignore button Or the phone die, lets hope for it That damier bag I bought her Caught the attention of those niggas on it That cellphone that I bought Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers So it leaves me to wonder Why do I still promise to love her? Cut me off every time I'm talking Which means she ain't never hear nothing I say "stay", she wanna leave She get her point across so I gotta let her be Ima let her be by herself in peace But five years from now I bet she see When the club gets played The things you crave are no longer escapes And no longing for dates You want a husband, but no one has a cape Now you wondering "wait" And I aint trying to hear what you wanting to say It feels good to be over you, babe So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate play this shit while you contemplate play this shit while you contemplate [Chorus] Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing [Verse 2] Them people, they talking Them lights, they on me This life I chose But I aint know, til I found it To be honest, I'm modest One hater for every nigga on it One day everybody is applauding The next day you is everybody target Why bother? why talk to em? Where God at? I need to call Him My knees on the ground, Dear Father Don't let me break, please make me stronger How much longer, will it linger? Well my heart is giving will they believe it When my song is over will they need me? Watch how quickly they find a new leader Questioning the whole meaning In the viper room with just me and river phoenix With courtney love and late washington With a note there and I'm thinking of reading This aint her, chris benoit Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark Feel the size of a fellas ...? & low Apollo theater I might just not go Franky lymon the lime light gets old Cold so in a while I'm schitzo I cant cope, I cant think I cant breathe, this aint me This aint easy, I'm thinking Am I doing this for them or me? I cant think, am I doing this for them or me? [Chorus] Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are giving Questions existing