Dinero Es Mejor Que Amores
Rayn
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Wouldn't you like to know, Weatherboy Ay Ella le gusta mis ojos, but don't want the title Look good en los fotos, con ella es vital Play music with no show, she keep her eyes closed Judas with sold soul, but still my disciple Ella dice soy loco, pero yo se que sabes Con mi, ay, tengo dos dioses de aves My freedom, I'm flying on beats when I'm writing Me, I'm a zion, a beast in the night an' When she calls me, she don't call me Rayn Mix the songs and she listens for her name Piss her off, fix it, resolvin' the pain Get involved in shit, involved I'ma stay She don't always get me, I say translation error Feelin' all the good things, unite mind states and stay in there Pillow-talking and we remain, uh, patient and fairer Still, I got her in sync, communicate with vacant stares I don't be posting my putas I don't do nothing stupid I have it close when I'm movin' En zapatos, I'm a shoe-in Rap on a track and I'm torn, ay Cash I'm stacking some more, ay Pero quiero mis flores Dinero Es Mejor Que Amores Lluvia trabajando en la noche, ay Move up, now I'm on beats with a gold chain, ay Maneuver like a John Doe with no name, ay [Redacted] aun tiene mi corazon, ay No me importa si solo quiero follar Any port in a storm, huh? Forgetting my heart Nobody forced it, but still we are wrong Falling in towards lust and still give a f*ck Pills that I'm on, is this for real what I want? Fulfill my love lost for a thrill and move on Growing a Rose is a thorn in my side Ghost all my hoes, or ignoring my wife Was starving, no fins, I had to draw some An artist homeless, had Jack but DAWs, son I market and mix, my passion on one The farther I get, more I lack oxygen I don't be posting my putas I don't do nothing stupid I have it close when I'm movin' En zapatos, I'm a shoe-in Rap on a track and I'm torn, ay Cash I'm stacking some more, ay Pero quiero mis flores Dinero Es Mejor Que Amores I'm sitting in bed, in my mind I'm tortured Quick with my pen, her eyes flick to my hands I scribble in lead, what I'm writing, of course, is Private endorsements of my spilling organs I get out of bed, lay a kiss on her head Get my mic to record it, breathe life in and force it Play the kick drums and then, when I get done my set Revisit my texts and listen for stress But the stress doesn't change 'cause I'm still insecure I'm a mess, by my age, should build up, have more Maybe death comes today, visions reveal I was warned I feel breath on my face, I can heal from the warmth I know she loves me, but I start to feel the distance I'm broke and lusting, it's hard to tell the difference she knows that it bugs me, she pardons, her forgiveness Emotionally fucks me, I'm on guard and defensive I learned about love from my parents and TV Hurting, doubt, no trust, the marriage that I see Burdens, loud, cussing, and embarrassing for me Or perfect, wow, fun, I'm sharing everything So the first girlfriend I had, we were toxic to each other Our perfect vision lacked, I had her boxed in how I wanted And her missing her dad, not even talking to her mother Maybe furthered her attraction to stay blocking with no button To catch her in the act of fucking had plannin' Trying to get back at these sluts so I could manage The fact that I was too young, they took advantage So when I interact with love, I flashback to damage I mean I was molested when I was just a kid F*ck it, I'm stressed, man, the fucked-up shit I did As I was progressing and working through my shit Prob'ly affecting the people I was with Where does the blame fall for kids working through their issues? On parents? Is it their fault? You always want them with you? On me? Is it Rayn's problems that I solo had to get through? TV cause it's fake, all the communications that they skipped through? I should name drop my abuser cause he fucked with child, huh? Put a page on my computer with his numbers, say dial up? His face and location to get justice through a trial, huh? Shame me for not saying, but he was younger than I was I was in 3rd grade, molested, shit had me, suicidal He was in 1st grade, knew expressions, cum, titties, vagina Don't know if he remembers, maybe blocked for survival As far as how to address it, how the f*ck should you or I know?
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