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Yeah, yeah Split my personalties and rip my demons out of me Yeah, yeah Split my personalties and rip my demons Yeah Yeah, yeah (I like to) Split my
corona i that i told ya im a young fuckin legend personalty it shines i don’t need a fuckin pendant whoa go do what you gotta do shoot what you
the beauty and great personalty Look at my photos you fill up my gallery Shawty showing signs that she like me There too many girls on the backstreet Sippin'
I come from troubled times, My minds all fucked up, Two personalties and they both live double lives I put pen to paper and I come up with some
Personalties Alternate We all crazy Oh baby Yea You gon' make me Lay paws on ya Today And I stay Aimin' For yo jaw Until it break Uh I'll cut ya up Like Paul
makes me smarter No, that makes things harder With this complex personalty Its my reality Part of me rhymes But the other part doesn't I'm part hip
to take my soul That's How This Game Goes Thats why I'm forever screamin Why Love This is where it ends And that is because Cuz I got Mixed Personalties
I step to a mic you know I ain't choking Lay all on the line no sugar on coats ting Your moves I'm decoding Fake personalties Yeah I see them eroding
the values that I had When I was younger Changing personalties Collide into each other Then I start plunder Am I developing a disorder Falling deeper in
cool and tough I wish we could bandaid up our personalty Open up the pockets of your jacket there's rocks And it's cold I took the skytrain home alone
where your heart at Soft personalty Why do you reside where it's hard at Look up in the sky where the stars at Think about everything you been taught
yeah think i'm gonna stop I think not while i think a lot Talk a load of shit while i hop the fence Between insanity of a mixed personalty Now there mad
you realise my love for you Please remember our goods times When our personalties would entwine I'm sorry you grew fed up What about the plans we
Please remember our goods times When our personalties would entwine I'm sorry you grew fed up What about the plans we dreamed of Oh we could be friends Oh
the speed, got an addictive personalty with OCD, that means my own cold dreams. I got my old folks genes but see i wear it on sleeve, and you've got the same
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