Lyrics:
for long enough
When is it my turn
To go on to the next chapter
There's been 24 hours a day
For many months and still nothing has changed
I've got my
wait bitch i think that im sick
Sick and tired of these pussies actin' slick
Been on my shit for a couple
Of months
Now they wanna know slit
But i cant
33 on the beat na na na
Public opinion really don't matter cuz u with me
I got ink tatted on me cost 360
And girl I broke your heart last month
Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months
Even though all that time passes
It's never enough music over mental health
I don't even give a fuck
Did
haven't been to school for a while
Y'know what I mean like a month, two months
I didn't show up for a year
Y'know what I'm saying
(Retard alert class)
She
me a gut
And Big Ghazi got me up
Freewave threw a steppin' stone
I recouped my first month
I got two new cell phones, one for bucks
One for sluts give
What month is it anyway?
What month is it anyway?
You feel like an eternity, turning over every leaf
I've known you all my life, can't wait for you
show (what a drag)
Now I'm stoned alone
Now what?
Cruel month
I give up.
Prayers I have seen
Run out of steam
Loose ends tattered seams
Mean
You flee the night, flee the night,
Spend it on a key,
Telling yourself I'm the worst of all your habits.
The silence is turning the months into
It's already December
It's been months since I first met you
Think of you as I let the
Snow fall on me
I still haven't let go of my love
For you, it
right here by my side
The months add up, but the day somehow never seems right
We should've had more
We should've had more
We should've had more time
You
soft-spoken
Yeah, look at me I'm in my bag now
Makin bands over months:
American minimum, wow!
Dividing myself, applying myself
Degrading my mental health
Give
Didn't think I'd miss you
With 14 months of issues
Thought that with my shampoo you'd wash off
I still hear you calling
In crowded rooms I'm haunted
One step
Is all I have to take
Haha
I ain't drop in like
Nine months
Aye
Yeah I fuck on a bitch then I dip I'm a piece of shit
Cheated on my girl,
always keep in touch
You said once, ain't enough
Now it's been a couple months
Don't I always come in clutch
And tonight you just in
And your man keeps
We met in march
Practically broke up in march
I know it's only a month
But hell, it felt like some months
The pain you brought me somehow out
on the way up I'm way out of line
500 a month I swear I ain't lying
Know how bad I wanted to buy that ring
Riding around don't matter
Bitch I'm a man I'll
Four to forty times down
Soul crushed by the same type
Blonde hair and blue eyes each waste
A few months of my life
Guess the 5'8 tall, dark-haired
i look into
This great city's skyline
I am reminded of how little time i have left
3 months, minus tour, so only two months
I wonder if we'll ever
I usually don't talk 'bout things like this
But sometimes it's hard to smile, it is
Couple months ago, tried ending it
Tears are runnin down, i
the next, you are gone
Fuck you, Shady i love you, David
It's been a minute, girl, said I crave you
Bitch i've been high for hella
Months, goin' crazy, bitch
3: 15 on the 31st day
Of the month she hated most
And she's all alone
Had one dream just bury the pain
Or to chase her father's ghost
In this broken
his block, paint yo whip
On some Maaco shit
You make five hundred a week? That's
What I pay for zips
You make two thousand a month? That's
What I pay
understand
That it's about time we both
Stop beatin' around the bush
It's such a crime to waste
Time beatin' around the bush
I spent days and weeks, months
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