Lyrics:
She says, "He's writing a novel."
I told her that's called smoking dope
She said a boy my age should have learned to cope by now, by now
She's
Well
Well
Well
Well
We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and I
I took all that I desired, even crooks have to pay
And I feed my dogs like a good lil pup
Thank god my life is tough
Outlet get on the mic and talk
She wanna bite like Macintosh
And the whole world stop
compassion and mercy
And everlasting kindness
You have brought us to yourself
And sustains us all by yourself
What an awesome God you are
What an awesome King
trouble by design
And the echo of my mother's words, "Baby, don't you play with fire"
I was always playing the part, first love only set by a spark
There
run away afraid of me so leave in Jesus name
I have God inside my soul and I will never break
Jesus died for all my sin so why would I go back to it
I'm
She hates her job, loves her kids
Bored with her husband
Tired of the same old list of things to do
So when the to-dos have all been done
She
gon' end up taking a lot from you
And ain't no question I don't wanna talk
And Ain't no drive-by shootings today I wanna walk
We been at his crib some
All I want, to be with you
More and more each day
I find that I turn away
But still you're calling my name
I don't talk to you Jesus
I don't sing
to pretend
We can talk about it we can blog about it
In the midst with fog about it
God you're so good
It feels right to brag about it
In the bag sight gang
emptiness
Yeah got a lot of issues rather smoke it off
Can never find the answer rather drink it off
We don't have to fight no more let's just sit and talk
to the low-life sport
Young bucks nowadays,
Even kids my own age,
Making front page
By getting locked in the cage
Pumping, self-destruction
And self-reduction
gon' have a million followers by the winter time
After that she'll be somebody that I used to know
I had to let her go, you know?
Had a Xan hoe
She
that hatin shit
And naz used to spell ghetto
With the "h" in it
You see the innocent children
From tenament buildings
Get that menacin feelin
But when
Eliantte almost made me drown in this bitch, look (ayy)
AP on my wrist, my jacket by CELINE
Water chokin', wanna stash, swear to God, I couldn't breathe
Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer
Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I wear
Keep a scythe I be ready wanna die
Talk to death he be standing by my side
Living life like I'm going 99
Making money is all I do don't waste my time
them for reanimation
Finally approaching the end you'll see
You have brought the difference
Between you and me
You're filled with evil, I'm not
There's
came back in that black on black
I still do it for them niggas with them bricks on bricks
(Talk to 'em, homie)
I still do it for them niggas with them
I'm a girl, and by me that's only great!
I am proud that my silhouette is curvy,
That I walk with a sweet and girlish gait
With my hips kind
the same
Cuz girl you came and changed
The way I walk the way I talk
And I cannot explain
The things I'd do for you
And girl you know it's true
I have
with the flocks
They grittier than gravel trust 'em not I make 'em kick the rocks
The fans have been out here waiting patiently for my shit to drop
Point
the dark
I see the flaws
I see the light in it
Live by the law
Governed by man
I see no God in it
What happened to us
What happened to love
What happened
can only talk to her on my phone (on my phone)
Tell me what I did wrong, hopefully soon in the future
I miss her, can't seem to go further
I'm powerless
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