Shyt is what it is
‘Shyt’ is what it is ‘cuz’, I ain’t gonna front; I miss how it was.
I’m trying to forget the small stuff
The creepin’ n sneakin’ started when I was young
Ya’ll remember catch a girl freak a girl? So much fun
is what it is hun, baby, lover, and friend
Names don’t tend to matter to you, huh?
Runnin’ game rockin’ my world all the same
Then go back home to her or him
Well if that’s the way you want it then.
Shyt is what it is; it’s a sure thing ‘fam’
What you eat don’t make me, so why you trnna’ break me?
Gotta shake these feeling while down, but I’ll come up
And they’ll be around, the hunnies & hommies
Like they should, shyt is what it is
And it’s all good…

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