Lyrics:
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive
Yeah, I know what they told you
But hold on, ya, it ain't over
Your heart's hard tryin' to back it down
But you done come too far
To start backing now
Come walk beside him too
You can walk with him too
(With him...)
Deep down I know it's untrue
But the damage done, it's really hard to undo
As a child
See I got too many scars I been damaged
I'm just crying to God cus I can't manage
At times it feel like way to much to handle
I'm just trying to stay
from Chanel
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Jawns by Versace all them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
He drive a tricycle
and just straight up
Abandon it, cause I can't handle this shit girl, a man is sick when
She ain't by his side he'll pretend he's slick saying it's fine
But
She my ride or die
Always by my side
The heat get too hot
She still gonna slide
She my ride or die
Always by my side
The heat get too hot
She still
lens
Look, check out the sales charts
My record's kickin', I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts
They banned me from their shows
'Cause they said I'm too hard
with bricks, nigga with dough
A nigga fucking all y'all chicks, you know
I'm a gangster and a gentleman too, P
I'll lay a nigga down and send his moms
didn't care, but I can't hold it in
And I'm not into losin', I go hard as I can go to win
I'm back goin' hard again, I'm shuttin' down my heart again
a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly
When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose
the rain turn to sunshine
'Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
Stuck in one time, Free patrol the block
Get avoided by the government
handle our complications
Or our fucked up communication
I'm like Bonnie, you're my Clyde
No matter where you go in life
I'll hold you down, like wifey
Your
This the city of Chicago
The state of confusion
The style I'm using is free
Or probably, it would be if my mind was
Peep, I'm behind 'cause
I
Time is moving way too fast, for me to handle
Empty bottles broken glass, I've lost my handle
On what I feel, on what I feel
On what I feel, on what
down 182
Ease my mind for the night yeah
I took a left on Martin Luther
I'm riding down Montgomery
I just maintained my composure
When niggas tried
nobody show him love
Went and got a QP and hit the block and started selling yay
Focused on a dollar then somebody took his life away
Too busy focused
the
Yard and do hard labor
Got your memory scarred but you
Gon' remember this all later
Don't worry at all player
Its all saved on your Sega memory card data
Feel your touch too
Can you follow me through the night
Can you be my eyes
Can you see what it's like
Can I trust you
With you by my side
Think I'll be
it's hard to tell
Who really cares for me
So you when hear this song
You should say a prayer for me
I drift off on a cloud by myself
Thinking bout
They say the truth will set you free
By the conclusion of this live chat
We'll truly see
Received text 2 hours ago
From the love of my life
Her
And I, I don't wanna say, goodbye
And I didn't mean the things I said last night
I flew off the handle and had too much wine
And I'm sorry for the hurt
nothin'
I'm poppin', so I'm the topic of discussion
I hit the game so hard, it got a concussion
Never had time to play video games 'cause
I'm too busy
back
You can't handle that
But that's okay
I'm too cold
My heart can never fold
Greatest story ever told
Used to be my shawty
Nah you running for
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