Lyrics:
not bring you home
I wait wait wait by the telephone
But you never call
Kelly Kapowski
What you doing without me
All the things I want to say
to blame
They provide a dried-out dream, lying through their teeth
I find the one thousandth of one percent are thriving by deceit
Oh, Jesus they supply
and Machine Gun Kelly had a baby
And he like my brown eyes, fat thighs, no makeup
Always telling’ me that I’m his rock angel
I’m the goddess that he worship
Dear Diary:
Mood: Apathetic.
My life is spiralling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red
Romance and Suffocate me dry
was better than being alone. I met one of my best friends this way, Kelly. She was also a teenager, not homeless, but just like me. She wanted to be
a girl by my side
Make her sing like Kelly Price
I'mma make her sing
like Kelly Price
Reaper Vibes
They know it's my time
My cousin on the gram
Goin' off,
lookin' fly
We're the baddest chicks, the chicks inside
DJ jam tonight
Spotted me, a tender thing, baby
There you are, come on, baby
Don't you wanna boogie
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
I dont stop pushing the rock rap is therapy
I live by principles helps me keep mental clarity
Winter is coming so I'm sitting by the fireplace
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
I carry the cross, if Virgin Mary had an abortion
I'd still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
Had to bring it back to New York
I'm
it’s on account of
You are not so clever are you?
You’re feeling better aren’t you?
And getting prettier by the moments
Notice passing by and soon
much thinking
MC's are blinking the third eye
When I pass by
Mackalicious got the sweet potato
Fried for you motherfucker
I touch the microphone i do
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
to sip from the jealous, play platinum pelous.
She made me look like a salad to are Kelly.
Can I walk by, without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me
burns
Just more concern, maybe I’ll learn
I can’t speak, I don’t need it
Like thousands sheets of paper are pressing me now
I can’t think, I don’t need
While Kurt kicked on his moped, slings me his colored draws
Painting hung behind me is presented to the whores
By a man who plays his guitar
Dear Diary, I wish you could speak
Make me laugh or comfort me
Happiness has seemed to go extinct
Pain and emptiness fulfill me
Who cares about me
burning page by page
It is the diary of a rotting me within
With a burning grin you will crumble
Revolutions are redefined
I don't think you get it
do better all by myself
[R. Kelly]
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah, nah
your oldest son and your oldest brother let's do this
Verse 1:
You shouldn't judge this book by it's cover
Understand me more when you've read every
A painting and its amateur replica
Are most easily differentiated if situated parallel
The strokes are close, but not close enough
The colours are
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Haha, okay then
Everybody, listen up
I'm goin' to hell
Who's comin' with me?
Somebody, please help him
I think my dad's
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