I’m tired of having friends say, “Poor Nato
Feeling so hollow, trying to get over this last girl
like he’s searching for the message in the bottle.”
And maybe if I didn’t love so hard
I’d give myself a chance from the start
instead of crumbling and falling apart
and turning theses damn broads into fucking art.
But those are thoughts for another day
because I heard my man Ye say
that nothing’s ever promised tomorrow today.
So I’m gonna keep the love up and my feet on the ground,
waiting for the one that finally sticks around.