Lyrics:
phela
Uzoba ngena kanjan' abo baby ingcaza li vuil
I got a story to tell I got a confession as well
This is around the time I couldn't gather myself
liya phela
Uzoba ngena kanjan' abo baby ingcaza li vuil?
I got a story to tell I got a confession as well
This is around the time I couldn't gather
still feeling down
Out of all your confessions
She's the one thing you left out
A deer in headlights
Blinded by love
Blinded by everything I wanted
Pretty lil' thing, shawty hot, catch a tan
Disrespect, see the back of my hand (Psst)
Hands on your waist side, yeah
You got that water like bayside, yeah
I have an ear for music,
And I have an eye for a maid.
I like a pretty girlie,
With each pretty tune that's played.
They go together,
Like sunny
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He
a confession tape
Tape her confession, take off her dress and
Watch her fucking faint
Pretty girl sacrifice
Ugly hoe in the back on ice
Lit a match cause the gas
I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
to test us out, we going to the extent of getting some blazed
Man If you don't know bout izzi Jay by now, better check my resume
I'm tryna get me a pretty
don't know why, I'm still haunted by memories of you
Time after time, after everything, all I see is you
I got a confession to make to you
Don't wanna
girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be
India Arie
When I look in
the pretty bitches wanna date me, I'm good
Windows up cause I'm blowing AC (AC)
Turning up, bitch I'm going crazy (crazy)
Ugly bitches, yeah I know they hate
all in regardless
No one's gonna tell me what to take in from all this
I'm learnin' lessons, second-guessin', countin blessings, stressin'
Confessions
girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
No matter what I'm wearing I will always be
India Arie
When I look in
a supermodel
But I learned to love myself unconditionally,
Because I am a queen
I not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price
She told me about a strange Chinese restaurant
In North Canton, Ohio
A five-year-old girl was discovered in a freezer
Murdered by her mother
Her mom
love you more in night
With its luminous lux tides, maybe in the daylight
All its pretty madness and the complicated status 'cause the moon don't pick
I could tell you the story of a vagabond
A playboy of the western world
One day by chance he came upon
A fair young maid, a country girl
He told her
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
in
VERSE 1
I could go to sleep so fucking stoked
Seeing shit glow in hope when my eyes are closed
The back of my eyelids show such a pretty post
learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen
I not the average girl from your video
My worth is not determined by the price of my clothes
never came
The hi-jacked trying so hard to be pretty
Night rains tap at my window
Winds of my thoughts passing by
She laughed when I tried to tell
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