Songtext Wish i had Yung Bans

Wish i had

Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had, I really wish I had
I really wish I weren't so sad
Michael Jackson's bad
Rob him wit' no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week
I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week

Niggas rap 'bout it, but they don't even know the half
They don't even know the half
They don't even know the half
You was never in them trenches with me gettin' that fast cash
Gettin' that fast cash
Gettin' that fast cash (yeah)
Fuck Hollywood, bitch I'm in the hood forever, hmm
Mama say I'm foolish, mama know she taught me better, ay
Streets made me numb, save your tears, please don't shed 'em, ay
Nina on my hip, get it poppin' like a kettle
Free my daddy, free my brother, free my other brothers tooThis for all my young niggas who been really goin' through it
I was locked up, 5 months, and ain't nobody ride but you
Mama, (?), no this ain't the truth

Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had, I really wish I had
I really wish I weren't so sad
Michael Jackson's bad
Rob him wit' no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week
I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week

I know it kill my daddy [?], he show no support
He took his own course, now he up the road, north
He ain't even show up to court
But I'm a bigger sport
Still love that little bitty whore
I'm still your second little boy
I mean no disrespect, but mama, this is how I feel
Why you out here lookin' for love, I heard that love kills
I got so much money, I'll make a change in your life for real
Be your knight in shining armour like I'm made of steel
I feel like Jodye, her baby boy
Tell me grow up, can't play with toys, yeah
I got a little son, had to make a choice, yeah
Should I use my head, should I use my voice, yeah
And you was the first one to tell me
You gon' die, go to jail, playin' in these streets
Had to see it for myself 'cause I ain't believe
I've been goin' through the system since I was 15

Yeah
Thought about it before I did it, I really wish I had
I really wish I had, I really wish I had
I really wish I weren't so sad
Michael Jackson's bad
Rob him wit' no mask, yeah
Cut his throat with glass, yeah
Stuck in my ways, in way too deep
It took a lot of pain and heartbreak just for me to see
I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week
I'm sorry mama, I'm cleanin' my closet, I'ma be gone this week