Lyrics:
slippers by Balmain (Glass slippers by Balmain), yeah
She said, "Que lo que" like, what's up? Yeah
I said, "Que tu hace girl" what you doing? Yeah
'Migo,
didn't mean to break your heart
A diamond is just some coal that's been beaten to the ground,
Till its picked up by a man so he can kick some hearts
on
The big screen then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
(I'm tha King)
Down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From
are awash
And the bridges break up
In the panic of loss.
And there's nothing to follow
There's nowhere to go
She's gone like the summer
Gone
and the path with be shorter
Don't collect like a hoarder
Why cant we make up, why we gotta break up ?
Why we gotta break up ,why cant we make up ?
Baking for my
year shit but now I have thought
To take a break with the past
And not move to fast
And put it on pause
Up in the mountains my mind is in awe
Saw some
won't break my heart any longer
Hold your head up
You don't need to run away
Take it day by day and everything will be okay
What's your favorite song
malachite, I mean calamite
Lord I call on might, sat at night, ballied up waiting for the yutes to walk on by
I saw the tents and the blood stains
hope no pissed on this milk crate
Where there's no tidying up
And nothing falls and no one breaks
You can't say I'm disgusting
If you don't mean it
I got this life to fix
Threw it all out in a ditch
Broken down when I was sick
Gotta build it back up brick by brick
I got this life to fix
And i cant wait to see you smile (I'll break yours back)
I swear i'll stay and make the same mistakes you made look better!
If every single song i write
Trapped by my doubts and insecurity
Stuck in the orbit of being me
Did I really break free?
Did I reach escape velocity?
Did I find where I belong?
What I
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
this the cutting room floor
Picking up a scrap too less
And break the rules more
So who's up for being up to something
Used to be a nothing
Used
anymore
I don't like
I'm fed up
I'm gonna go talk to someone and not mess it all up
Here I go, I wanna stop me, I'm not havin any fun
But this is what
break it down the walls n try to stop me from poppin' my gun up in it
Skits onta me honor me for the time never given to the rhyme
In another mind
and the stones might hurt and break bones but some words They should never be hurting
But you gave up on me when I was kid so none of them words that you said
time yeah baby so long
So long I've been moving on
Yeah I like to be by myself be done
I been putting all my feelings in these songs
At the end
Just a happy song with a smooth melody to help me get through the day
It feels like a good time to worry but i'm afraid of what you might say
Sitting
won't you stay
Lately light up the areas that were dark and grey
Wassup baby can I vibe with you
Can I ride with you
Break it down and get high with you
eh eh
It hightunex on the beat Emini breb oshe
It hightunex on the mix ahh omo na gratitude
This is my gra gra gratitude o
Song written by Abejide
cause it feels so good in real life
And not just cause it's something that's all made up
You ready to come break my hair yet
Ready to come watch Raised
Wake up in the morning, complete euphoria
(Days go by but I took my time)
Say you miss the old me, I'll miss him for you
(Feel those things when I
plays my song in tune
Makes me, makes me, makes me stronger for you, babe
Was a way when we were young, that
Any man was judged by what he'd done
But
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