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Cheron

Chéron is a French surname. more »

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Ears ringin' from the sound of your voice
You a siren and every time that you speak it's like I don't have a choice
Had to isolate myself from the noise
I'm tryna play with these seven figures, the dick is still her favorite toy
I'm sick of fairy tails turned to horror stories
Your horoscope is horrible for you, I hope you know that you charge of your aura
Write your own fucking story
I can finally dream in color so whenever I wake up it's boring, yeah
And my dreams got vivid when I stopped smoking pot
And lovin' you come easy cause I like you a lot
I never thought that we'd be caught up in this chaotic prism
But if we keep searching maybe we could find us a spot
With Basquiat and Samo hanging ten off the walls
And you wearing my draws
If I slip and I fall then let me go it's for the better
All black casket, red silk Gucci sweater

And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate
And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate

Oh
And I never should leave, I know
It's just how I be
Oh, it's just how I be
It's a celebration if you know what I mean
And I never should leave, I know
Oh, and I never should leave
Oh, and I never should leave

You gettin' to me like I get to the racks
You got the power no debate it's a fact
I'm doin' laps, running a hundred miles an hour round these fuckin' cowards
Always tryna break you off from me what the f*ck is that
Time to time mood swings, guess I'm up to bat
Far as I can see, man, I run the map
I ain't sellin' dreams, I just sell the raps
That's a synonym, what the f*ck got into him
In the driveway, yelling like it's high school
Seems like we just fighting just to fight, true
And so many wanna see me fail, girl
But how can I be fightin' all those battles while I fight you
And always try to make you feel special
Why you gotta Hyde you the doctor to my Jeckyl
We a force when we together
Neyo said best, girl I'm good by myself but it's you that make me better
The rain keeps spillin'
And she keeps slayin'
And me the one she killin'
Maybe this was a mistake from the beginning

And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate
And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate
And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate
And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate

And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate
And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate
And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate
And my mama just called, am I eating my greens
Ma I'm turning twenty-seven, don't you worry bout me
Bury me inside a pyramid, a coffin of kings
If I get to twenty-eight we gotta celebrate

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