Just In Case - Nyck Caution, Alex Mali

I don’t really sleep because I write a lot

Momma thinks I got som issues that I oughta lot

Walking through the ark, this is the path that many try to knock

So I be paranoid, we never dealing with this writer’s block

Exes wildin' cause they only get a dial, probly in denial

Like «I know his phone on silent», girl I know you try a lot

And i can’t knock it, but you always try to trap me in this V with a child lock

I swear to God that I’m too grown up for this journal sentence

Just pray to God i ain’t too grown up for these fertile bitches

Cause they be tryna' catch me slipping, I’ll admit I had my chakras blinded by

these lust demons I was fucking with

You wasn’t really who you thought to be, I peep game

Lil' mama, you was hustling, so why the fuck

Would I be willing to risk everything to share our bond

So you could leave with all this custody, I ain’t a bastard

And I ain’t tryna make one, you’re moving backwards

I ain’t about facing loose chapters, cause we write a novel with

No winner certain

And if I close the book, then no-one knows the road we took, we only just

Keep pushing, we gotta keep pushing

Cause this isn’t for me, I see through it

(This if for real)

I haven’t seen you in two weeks

(Why you, why you wanna meet up now when every night i lose sleep?)

Girl, it’s hard to keep in touch with cha' I can’t put up with cha'

(Cause everytime I think I’ve had enough with cha')

You just flipped a picture like, you was moving much quicker

(He's a go getter) You should probly fuck with him, but instead you fuck with

him

Uncommitted, you dumb with it, (I be, I be gone)

In a hot mitten, you can see me and my stole pot spinnin'

I ain’t gonna stop reelin', 'till I get my spot filled in

Yeah, said I be growin' up fast, we are mnot children

Can you act like you’re a old enough?

Hold me down, or just let it loose, you forget the truth

And I was chosen for this life, I ain’t get to choose

But I know I’ll remember you no matter what this revenue

Tends to do

I’ll make millis, snakes in they gillies, drop a stake

Do their eyes make that mistake if you willing

Girl, you’re tripping, and I ain’t got no baggage left

And after all the damage, all we have is just embarassment

And i ain’t tryna' see you cuttin' your wrist, this the deepest

And the verse is like the one for you to fix, but the hospital got stitches

And it’s possible your father know the solid who can guide you through the

solitude you slipped in

Keep pushing, gotta keep pushing

Cause this isn’t for me, I see through it

(Breathe)

(This isn’t for me)

(I ain’t seen you in two weeks)