Lyrics:
on the radio don't do it for me
Insert the removable face, place the CD
Your Prince, cause you rap dudes don't make sense
Talk about bitten lines
Nigga I did ery
and you left me by myself
So if I'm gonna get it done, I'ma do it myself
I don't really give a fuck if you with me now
Where were you when I reached out for
not before you do)
I'm gonna die, with my libido
I'm gonna die, start a new union (Alt: but not before you do)
I'm gonna die, don't fuck with me
Your
at your qualities
Sorta godly your body I'm thinking you were made flawlessly
Might just fuck up my morals
But fuck it I'll do it consciously
You're a 10
up the effigy
No chance to take it slow
By now I'm sure you know, know, know, know, know (one, two, three, four)
Get up and go
(Who) they want
know you love it
And when it's all said and done
You leave me with nothing
Why do you do it
And we High
And we gone
In the moment
Tryna get by
These
present you, the reason for me to rap.
I love lyrics and rhymes I can use to express
Let's face it this mumble shit never impressed
I'm disappointed by
Simon had a problem when he got home one day
By Murphy's law, his cutlery drawer, was jammed in such a way
An inch or two was all it moved
bring it back
Rejuvenation and cause we bought it back they celebratin Team Sacrifice
W.A.S.T.E Entertainment
Do not try to adjust your radio
This is not
overthrows my energy
Tryna find my inner peace
So I don't have no enemies
Feel the pain inside
You can hear it in my melodies
Where do I
Where do I go from
the radio
I don't know if they can do it
I've found the problem and the problem's 'One'
I'm here to pick up the pieces.
on the floor, from above I watch it all
Yo it came to me, the pain in me
Many slain empty skulls where a brain should be
It strangely seemed, like it was
you find you're not an exponent
Doggone it, another gonna mierda on it
Now you're wishin', fishin' you could do this
But on the strength, yo, I think
to you, you make it seem as if you cannot give em
Words of wisdom, fifteen minute calls Robert are you kidding?
Do you think I'm really tryna stay in this
Everybody's looking for some special kind of fix
To numb the pain on the day to day from the stress that we wind up in
Whether drugs or money
It's
be my relief
Give me back my passion, it was stolen by the thief
Holy father, holy water come quench me
In my growing pains help with me with my
The feelings I had felt for you
Were not mutual and it is true
That I have to move on and forget it all
Each day goes by and I feel insane
Cuz
Don't do watchu don't wanna do
Do whatever makes your soul Happy
Distracted by negative traits
Circling around coming yo way
Do whatever makes your soul
Cops is firing, moors, still dying
Black female aged 26, this here for the ones trying to make it out, please, keep going
You matter! Do not dare
before
How'd I get back to this place I'm in
I thought the new would begin
But I held on to the pain within
Cuz I thought I could do this thing on my own
I'm living in the sunlight, yeah
'Cause I just want to know
What it's like to have a good time, yeah
So let's just take it slow
I don't want no pain
He was an outlaw by the time that he was ten years old,
He didn't want to do what he was told
Just a prankster, juvenile gangster.
His teachers didn't
lonely
I’m used to it by now
I don’t even feel pain I don’t even feel hurt
Been slaughtered in the rain back-stabbed and cursed
More importantly I been
all of that pain behind
Your arms wrapped around mine
How fast do you want to go?
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