Private

All my shit I keep it private
Honestly, man, I’m like «k», ey
An appointment with myself, ey
I’ll be running late to my date, ey
I’ve been letting myself down
Probably I need a break ah, uh
I won’t fake it, use no makeup
It’s a long way to the top, uh up
Don’t try to make any eye contact, nah
Man, I won’t vibe to your energy
I don’t know what is inside of me
Man, I failed in to the academy
And I’ll fail, and that’s probably
But fuck it get outside of me
I guess this a catastrophe
I’ll be chilling, drinking my coffee
Call it a date, that’s you and me
Don’t bring no hate, asking you please
Give me some rate, but I won’t knee
Maybe a bate, it’s what I need
Second thought, I’ll be gone
If you need me I’ll be writing my next song
OMG, what’s the tone
I remember that my last name, man, is WONG
What I need? I don’t know
Probably I’m waiting for my show
Yeah, what’s up? I do work
Sometimes I feel I have a clone
Reloading the clip
And I’ve been aiming at it
God, I’ve been telling I need to bag couple mill
Tell me where I need to sign my next deal?
By themselves they won’t pay, God I’m talking 'bout bills
Now I’m in the city, I won’t go back to the ville
Saving couple dollars tryna get a mobile
If you’re hearing this, tell me if it’s sound real
And if it doesn’t, just make sure …
All my shit I keep it private
Honestly, man, I’m like «k», ey
An appointment with myself, ey
I’ll be running late to my date, ey