Looking for love, but caught in the vortex

She tell me she hate me, but keep sending me more texts

I dream of the top, but fear of seeing the floor next

Morally bankrupt, but waiting for more checks

I'm more vex that in the long run when them songs come they wont pay attention, only giving glory to my short press

If it's long lived then I live big, more or less

I find love in writing them hit lines that keep yall wanting more Wess

I romanticize this with them pearly eyes which make u cream, become a fiend and want more sex

Bring the raw-kes and I finish yall like done sets

Have yall all stressed while I'm on the next level like what's next

I'm still looking for love and still caught in the vortex