It use to be so **** different back then
We were kids and now
We’re suppose to be women and men
There’s so many things
We need to start to understand
That we’re not queens and kings
And we should prepare for the end
Like hitting one another’s phones up when we feel all alone
Hands up to the ceiling
Please mind our business
This is where we hide our feelings
You all know how it is
No expectations that’s just how we’re livin’
Understandin’ that not all of our crimes will be forgivin’
So, count your blessings  and never start to question
Anything that you can mention that’s what time it is