Lyrics:
't know what else to say
I'm sorry for the mess
The stupid way I'm dressed
I guess I failed my test
Oh don't you know I'm sorry for my views
I musta
of the aggression but never out loud
I just gave you all your freedom when I broke up with you
Its the hard little truth
An easy pill to swallow for you
Now you're
man are resting
I can't rest 'cause you're seven months right now
And I get a big pain in my chest
If I don't see you, I've gotta ring up and check
But
body
You niggas little kids
Little Fizz
Lil rapper
Lil bitch
Questioning my penmanship
Y'all niggas is ignorant
Y'all niggas is mental bitch
Y'all niggas
The Ghostgirl
She's my Ghostgirl
Yeah, I call her the Ghostgirl
But now that you're a ghost girl
Well to me, you're just a ghost, girl
Now she's my
on the phone
And tell me how much you care
Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provide
I don't care
on the phone
And tell me how much you care
Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You're guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provide
I don't care
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
complain
I'm di boilerman, yuh don't stop call mi name
I'm like the blood circulatin' by vein
If feel Shabba, yuh just holler out me name
Let my caresses
speak my mind
I do this all the time, you're saltier than brine
For most it's uphill, for me I'm in the current
Don't care about the past, only concerned
a plaintiff went to court
But let off as long as you're paid off by your boss
You don't have to stop it's the start of your fall from the top at what cost
cursed
'Cause nobody liked me like you do
When I'm worried bout my future
You're there to soothe me
You whisper I should be okay
You don't leave me with my
fuckin' hair
One by one you oughta see ya scalp
It's bleeding
Really care?
Cause I don't you little bitch now go just look up in this mirror
See ya self?
ghost
I don't want you by my side
Baby you're my kryptonite
Only weakness in my life
Thought that this was feeling right
Then I found the truth and I
I
I
real bright nah nah
So why don't you get comfortable baby
Just relax you can lean on me
Flying on vacation sitting under palm trees
Shawty by my side, I
ass (woo)
Turn that shit off and move your ass (uh)
Get my money, bitch, make it fast
Break bread or fake dead and kill it back
All greens, by all
minds?
Death
Ah-ha
My favorite thing!
So I'll kill billions in my little game
Cold calculation in my eternal station
By design of my feeble meat bag
hear is you complain
Keep my name out of your mouth because my scouter says you're lame
Fuck the fame
I don't need it, you could never feel the same
you baby
I want you to be my lady
I don't care about the nasty
It's the little things that make me
I can't get over you baby
Now you're gone and I am
liked by you
Oh am I still
Yeah you're recording
Oh k
3-6-5 I throw peaches in the bathtub
Don’t ask why
I love you
3-6-5 Oh I overdo the math love
the window and I run away
Maybe there's a reason
For every little feeling up in my mind
And every little reason
Don't mean a fucking thing when youre on my
you doin after?
She says hopefully hangin out with my new favorite rapper
Now wait a minute, that's not fair, you're throwin boulders
I can tell by
on stage? So I
couldn't be a fuckin groupie and just fuck you 'cause
you're on stage and others of us want to fuck you?
Slug: See bands like us don't get
the shit I don't get, damn
Bitches want me, no my stats
Fuck, that shit sad, fuck my emotions I sit back and laugh
I cannot help but feel glad, I'm sorry mom
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