Expectations

Lyrics

[Verse 1: JL] Yo, I've been a starving artist for years The arguments we've had have over it have brought me to tears I know part of it is I could of had a hundred careers Put the same amount of time in and then made us all millionaires Know it scares my momma that Imma fail Tell her my talents are rare and I done plotted a 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 me got though Skills 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 [Chorus: 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] 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 though 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 classic Like a pimp telling me do it or get my ass kicked I'm convinced failing is truly a lack of passion And I'll admit I was distracted in the traffic [Chorus: 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] Feeling like I can hang with the best of them I spit it you ain't feel it shit it was like the death of them Knocked off of the high horse got to confess I'm in A downward spiral misfortunate estimate Stress weighing heavy upon my chest I'm praying, no playing shit is a mess I was hiding out at the pain get this address I ain't lying tried that opportunity missed Getting fucked 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 kill 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 [Chorus: 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