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Changes Faded, all gone You've been around I let you walk on Changes Faded, all gone You've been around I let you walk on, ohh, oh I need something more I need something more from you I need something more (So) I need something more (Look) She got a thing for designer bags that she can't afford Cost more than the rent, she was staying on the second floor Me and shawty was cruising and creeping in the Honda We was on the same accord but also ridin' in the same Accord I would stay up chasing dreams, steady racing forward Still chasing dreams, but lately, they paying more I would devote all my time and you would hate me for it But if I didn't, and I was broke, then you would hate me more I was so broke without a job, they done canceled my insurance Crashed the whip next morning, when it rain, it pours Fast forward, all my problems done deflated some But see, the hate around a nigga, it inflated more Signed to Top Dawg, nigga, that's my greatest score Letras de cancionesBut lost a lot, feel like I can't lose for winnin' Tryna clear my mind, I gotta make room for vision Did bad to gain a lot, I had to pay dues with sinnin', but I'm still here Death encounters, had a handful, bruh I could have left before expected, I had Andrew's luck Remember signin' them papers and all the fam pulled up Takin' shots of the Henny while we smokin' and celebratin' Fuck overnight, nigga, we had the best patience A new father is proud of the steps taken Can't go back to how we was living 'cause death waitin', shit I got a blessed vision, feel like the best in it This all heart, I had to say it with my chest, nigga I gotta hustle, take my steps and put some pep in it Signed and left with it, went with Rock on tour Feel like Bed Bath & Beyond, I got a lot in store Put in my soul into this shit I need my M's piled up Dill died, if karma real, it woulda been got us I'm tryna change the way I live and how our men brought up Name Robert, they remember me for the kids I've touched Made a mil, not enough until I'm Ghost whippin' in a Rolls Sliding down the road with some hoes, and I need Mo' money, mo' bread, I can't loaf, nigga Doon-Doon locked up and I'm worried 'bout hoes, nigga Why I give my time to all my greatest vices? Know everything costs, but never pay the prices You don't feel it when they say it 'cause they faked the writing See you niggas say you artists, but can't paint it like us Like, why I give my time to all my greatest vices? I know everything costs, but never pay the prices You don't feel it when they say it 'cause they faked the writing See you niggas say you artists, but don't paint it like us That's real I need something more I need something more, baby I need something more (I'll never want) I need something more From Letras Mania