Lyrics:
You pay me to exaggerate, I think I've done enough
Of turning bummers into heartaches and crushes into love
Sometimes our lives are mild, our
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Vs 2 )
Is this where I still belong?
Verse 2:
The girl looks so pretty,
Tender and young as she sits by the phone,
And deep down inside he feels so alone.
myself alone again
This time I chose to sit
Away from the others but I crave the touch
It weighs too much to hold the pen
God's work is done by the poets
nigga
Getting money on my phone like a fax
Charging niggas for the work like a tax
I'm getting head eating food that your mami made
You niggas quick
it reckless
Look, eff what dey been talkin
Dey aint live my life or wear the shoes that I done walked in
Plus most of em garbage
Yea
Dollas on my mind
and about, completing work
He thought a terrible idea, formed a smirk
The man who snitched on him would die, so he lurked
Waiting for them to pass by, then he
fi si a who yuh in bed with
Nuff a live them life nuh know them infected
Jesus a the cure yuh need fi get tested
Drink the living wata clean yuh
come around
the way Had to teach Lil' bra how to work that Drac
Said it's two to the chest and it's one to the face
You Know it's omertà , gotta live by
without much fight
And now you're ready to run
Two more people fighting the evil
Of love losing more ground
Spend your lives giving to things
Worthy of your
wanna be wasted tonight
2. can you help me ? with this sadness?
Can you take away the madness?
Cuz I don’t know ?and I don’t care
Nobody said that life
my pants think was Lé Was
That new motherfucker only got two doors
Nigga know my crib got two backdoors
Me and my crib, we live by codes
He thought it
up my brain like a pound of crack
Turned me into a big flower creature that quacked
Grin like a Cheshire Cat, suit like a jester
Body like an elf,
the alcoholics
That pussy is probably Haunted
Don't know why
I still want it
Met her on a Saturday
In love with her by Sunday Morning
She a lil bitty
Down with
snapping pics caught me kissing on my next bitch two hands one finger when that text
bit still stuck
in this life i can't shake it five bitches up in my room
of mysterious stranger.
2nd Verse:
Nobody knows about his secret life,
Earth is filled with marvelous rumours,
About last salvation by the sage
Lost souls from
Live, throwin' racks, that's a bet
And you ain't a real nigga if you don't rep your set
Push it, push it, push it, push it
Push it, push it, push it,
Baby girl, tryna put some work in
But I know one thing for certain
I want you, but I don't want to be that person
So, listen, vixen, I'm fixing to making
not look at pictures painted by presidents and unemployed prime ministers
In times of national peril, abomunists, as reality Americans
stand ready
must be wrong
Just when I thought it's gonna work out fine
You send those nameless shivers down my spine
Just when I thought that all was nice
righteous
It did not matter that we knew not what it was
For the radio said that the lives of our wives and babies
Were under attack by vampires and aliens
ever knew
Started from the bottom then I roused a love of two
Cars got fancy, b****es did too
Ain't got lover n****, wishin' that was you
But they
drippin' in my Michael Jays
Epa by the water, there's a small city
Convicted killers, Drug dealers and prostitutes
Some work some boost, birds chirp like
Road you gotta take me home
I drive by the homeless sleeping on a cold dark street
Like bodies in an open grave
Underneath the broken old neon sign
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