J.L. of B. Hood - Expectations lyrics

[Verse 1: JL B.Hood] Yo, I've been a starving artist for years The arguments we've had have already brought me to tears I know part of it is I could of had 100 careers Put the same amount of time in and then made us all millionaires Nothing scares my momma that Imma fail Tell her my talents are rare and I don't apply to the trail Want me to have kids but I won't be in JL And the face disappears up under the wedding veil No trace of faith at the crossroads Complaints from a blank face that I'm not so hot so I'm hostile In any case I'm a lost soul, chasing the dream in tears and runny nostril Basically I'm weird look what we got though Sk**s but if that pay bills be in a yacht float- -ing off the coast how I feel riddle me not Everything stop you give me another shot [Hook: Bre The 1st Lady] [?] You're just a little bit too good for me And I can't live up to these expectations for me [Verse 2: JL B.hood] All ya'll come to me to be the strong one Imma say this past year done been a long one I done stayed on my path another song sung Gotta pray all I ask forgive the wrong done The outcome has all got to fall apart I'm out, done, I fall with a broken heart Like how come it's always cold and dark I done sacrificed it all for this spoken art Everybody telling me it's coming up My reality has been telling me I should let it go Is there hell at the dead end I'm heading fo' Hell I wouldn't be surprised if my head explode Attempt to write up another cla**ic Like a pimp telling me do it or get my a** kicked I'm convinced failing is truly a lack of pa**ion And I'll admit I was distracted in the traffic [Hook: Bre The 1st Lady] [?] You're just a little bit too good for me And I can't live up to these expectations for me [Verse 3: JL B.hood] Feeling like I can hang with the best of them I spit it yeah feelin the sh** it was like the d**h of them Knocked off of the high horse got to confess I'm in A downward spiral misfortune to estimate Stress weighing heavy upon my chest I'm praying that planned sh** is a mess I was hiding out at the pain get this address I ain't lying tried that opportunity missed Getting f**ed up so many reasons that I'm blessed Knowing that you only collaborate with the best Won't elaborate but I thought I had it I guess That I ain't as good in comparison to the rest I'm sinking, who do I gotta k** Got me thinking maybe I wasn't ready keeping it real Maybe I don't have what it takes to get a deal Mistakes got me ill I gotta chill [Hook: Bre The 1st Lady] [?] You're just a little bit too good for me And I can't live up to these expectations for me