(Intro)
Yeah let me talk to you okay
What is up, would you wanna-
Yeah baby I wanna know
Baby I wanna know, but I- like

(Chorus)
In a rut? Tell me what you want
Let me talk to you
Said you stuck, tell me what is up
Baby I wanna know
I’ve been grinding, I’m on my own
Riding ‘round to my shit

(Verse 1)
Seen your breakup, out of mind shit
Reece the maker right around, shit
We can make up and then make love if you stay get Audemar wrist
Gon’ be great, it’s all in my script
Reece ol’ rhymes is finna be gold shit
Steady innovating, ain’t the old shit
Intricate time patterns got her in hypnosis
Love for the money ain’t strong as love for the progress
Been on a journey that’s worth some trillions of dollars
My back hurting from carrying all these hundreds of bothers
Feel sedentary ain’t no more running from problems, I’m back bitch
Ain’t in the middle of being a superstar or an average
All of my thoughts steady saying I’m going far with the rap shit
Got a lil’ taste of the top it, it done made the boy a lil’ savage
A rapping enthusiastic, a lil passionate
Trashing like any rapper, come get it aw
(Chorus)
Woah woah, woah woah
So let me talk to you
I’ve been stuck, my brain is corrupt
Baby I wanna know
Why you crying
Im on my own
Thought I told you that shit

(Post-Chorus)
Okay I thought I told you that
Okay I thought I told you that shit
I’m finna write my wrongs in that
Feel like I write my wrongs in that list
Okay I kinda want you back
Im just not hype bout cuffin my wrist
Okay I thought I told you that
Okay I thought I told you that shit, like

(Verse 2)
Wooah, too close, am I wrong? You know
Can we just go through the motions?
Vibing, cooling wit that type of closure
I’d find it, hard if we get closer
Said I’m a heart beat maker
Tell your broad I’ll take her
You can tell her we got something to do
See I had so much patience
But these hoes insane so
So I’ve been thinking uuuuhhm- hold up listen
Young Reece made with no pot to piss in
Got a lil guap, start to rock the system
Pop them, polka dot til your top is missing
Poppin like the pot Im the hottest in this
Uhmm prr-um pum, get the drums in the middle
And I start to strum indie but I rap my riddles
Same thing lookin at our past I get you
Always go back to the same old issue
(Chorus)
That I really just talk to you, okay
Cause baby I wanna know
Why you crying? I’m on my own
I thought I told you that shit

(Post-Chorus)
Okay I thought I told you that
Okay I thought I told you that shit
I’m finna write my wrongs in that
Feel like I write my wrongs in that list
Okay I kinda want you back
Im just not hype bout cuffin my wrist
Okay I thought I told you that
Okay I thought I told you that shit, like

(Outro)
I’ve been drowning in a ocean full of racks
I just can’t get caught up in the moment, nah