the waiting game

i'm fucking spinning, fucking spinning, the alcohol, the visions got me tripping, got me tripping, and mary need some hoes, i'm getting dizzy over women, and maybe all my flows are for the optimistic sinning god, shit, hoe gotta hell of a grip, it's never a problem till niggas is balling, and bitches, they all wanna stick, i lickety split in the whip with my niggas, my family, my clique, and i'm broke as a joke, so i'll never be sleeping, till i know i'm waking up rich, what if i never even see you cause were both on a stage, don't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the same, i don't want to say your love is a waiting. quit fucking crying, fucking crying, you're majoring in everything, that's minor, shit is minor, this train ain't gonna stop girl, is you riding? is you riding?, but how can we move forward if you dwell on whats behind us, give you silver, no gold, still that i did, but never told, all of the time you spent wasting, all of the time i spent alone, one minute i'm home and then i'm gone and, you say i don't never answer my phone and, if we moving too fast, we'll be gone in a flash, and we both'll be left on our own and, what if i never even see you cause were both on a stage, don't tell me listen to your song because it isn't the same, i don't want to say your love is a waiting.