In Gods Hands

I dont understand it you give em the planet
But they want the moon and the stars and settled on mars
Look
I swear it up to god Im done with romantics
I swear it up to god Im done with romantics
My heart breakin
Im done fakin
Im done wakin
Up In the mornin
To a bitch that I hate

To love and adorin
That bitch when I wake

We fuck in the mornin
Than its venom for days

Listen to your heart you know that we finished
Listen to your friends the greatest of critics
Listen to my man I've had better bitches
Listen to your mom Im dennis the mennis
Or Do what you want its business its business

Have u ever sat and wondered what Next
Are You cursed or ya blessed
And they commin at neck
Is it u
Or is it them
If its good why it end
If its meant than its him
If its us than its work
And it hurts
To admit
That
Maybe its not fate
Maybe I could a make date
Tell you my happy place
When a nigga on the road

With them hoes
With the bros
But we froze
In our place
Call it faith
Call it god

Call it whatever u wany
But we never tried to talk
I just made u the devil

I could of made the shit betta