Lyrics:
the drama I was never in theatre
Went off on the song and I'm just a feature
Got to be quiet because they sleeping inside
Who's sleeping inside?
My daddy, my
I Won't Forget by Michael Brandxn
It’s the nigga the city sees some potential in
The pettiness that lies inside me just can’t let you win
Your funny
they tell me i’m too pretty to be fuckin with the pills
say bye to my face for the slightest bit of thrill
in a world of a dumb i’m just tryna go
life
Alright we could dance by the firelight
When it rains, I'ma be in your arms
Keep watching me struggle without you
Can't figure this puzzle
Soft mack sprinklin' salt on my Pringle
Ain't no stoppin' me now, I'm gon' jungle
NI, flippin' shit, freakin' shit
Runnin' shit from channel to channel
strate-gy
Can't you see
It ain't healthy, nobody could tell me it's hell see
Takes more than a dope LP to be wealthy
Let me show you the path, you're
old lighthouse, she's all alone
Only a dog by her side
The hungry dog now wants a bone
But her empty stomach now full of lies
Now she looks into
talking politics, I mean...
If you on love and hip hop, that mean that you a drama queen
Poeple tell me wise up, I learn it on my own now
They be
it with the world
There's a light on in the dance hall
Leave your coat hung by the door
No need for introductions
He wants to know more
The table set,
their shell
You could see their beauty
With no vision to tell
And the people from the old town
Are waiting for their dance
But fate was left to chance
I
filled with some fodder
You are investing your life into a story
Written not by you
Tell me, how does that feel
I'm asking... how does that feel?
hearing this over your neighbours fence
Or you're riding in the car with somebody else and it moves you
Just get up and dance and tell your girls and your
bitches
Pet the kitten
Tell me who the fuck you kidding
Switch positions
Damn
Can I get some time just to think
I'm going crazy from porsche's power
Devour
biz to ya nigga..
Yall suckas L 7's yea...
These songs from my the big chair...
Tears for ya fears ..devil may care
if the cops ask i wasnt there...
She got that red dress on
She plays her favorite song
She always dance along
She's a runaway girl I should've known yeah
Never home she's by
pants on nigga
I just turned this motherfucker to a dance song nigga
When I walk she gonna talk because my bitch she on fleek
Get her nails and her hair
defined
They're hating me stabbing me playing me
Still I deal with the hate of the enemy
I'm hunted by fear when you speak and you mimic
Terrorize
all alone hearing this circus type thing.
So ask what I think, I'll tell you I think that it's frightening.
All of these places to dance and yet we are
a credit or debit it's incoherent
Rappers want to settle for better than less and sell their spirit
Get a song and dance in some funny pants and they go
Fourel Songs adm by BMGChrysallis (BMI)
out your neck
If your home alone
In this life of hell
The holes in your body
They spell,
Relief from despair,
I tell
Truths of evil deeds
Created by
says "hey it's me" and she cracks a smile
She tells him that she's getting by
And that it's only a matter of time
And the line goes quiet
They sat in
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