Token - Pink lyrics

[Verse] Baby, stop tryna read me Stop tryna dive down and reach me Stop tryna pry out and find out what lies lie beneath me Stop tryna block out my hideouts that's not how you teach me I remember when you told me I never grew up with a dad that was a man That's why I'm so quick to idolize the men I see But when it come to women, I don't give the same respect And it don't mean I have respect just because I act respectfully And that just been upsetting to me Especially 'cause you been sitting next to me And you wouldn't even tilt your fu*king head to me I was deep in thought, thinking about the women that I've seen Maybe I lack respect because I don't have respect for me Like, how could you love me? What does that say about you? What do you see when you see me make my way around the room playing the character that I can't maintain around you? It's like I take my mask off when I feel safe inside the room with you You have respect for that so how are you questioning mine? You need to find a hobby the way you investing your time Breaking down where I am Like "How this motherfu*ker got all these fans that relate to him But he don't express any time in real life?" Truthfully I'm better with rhymes, it feels like I'm just pretending my life is still mine Took time to realize I got on the mic' in for [?] impersonation of rappers I don't even like no more My nights are more interesting without you in 'em and that's the outcome I loved your pieces of love, but I feel strong without 'em My fans probably think I'm sad every night, sometimes I am But more often than that I'm eatin' pussy to the Playboi Carti album, lovin' life I'm a repetitive kid I'm back and forth from love to lust and I feel better when mixed Was down, about to break up like I ain't who ended this sh*t I guess the pink was better still couldn't better the pink It feel good to feel independent It feel good to give myself credit It feel good to look back and reflect the amount of sleep that I lost over the person that I used to share a bed with I couldn't even drop the project, I was stressin' But it feel good to grow up It feel good to use my own voice and not strain it tryna blow up It feel good to glow up It feel good to still feel serious while not wearing dark colors when I show up Pink jacket on my shoulders Twenty-two but I feel older I'm my homie's fu*kin' poster I'm my mama's fu*kin' soldier Cut the stake and what's the colour? Sure, it's rare as me Could've been here as a image, but I'm there as me And I'm so happy [Outro] —And just knowing it was over and um, that's— I remember getting the gut feeling that I needed to go look up something in his phone