Lyrics:
mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one will, I (I might)
I might kill
around the edge
nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
eat you up beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearin' white
added, that's 4 to the 4
Now they say, well is he good or he great?
Don't even wait, just clean the food off your plate
Say your grace, for the life
around the edge
nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
eat you up beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearin' white
the time
Then they turn right around and break them
Then someone cuts your heart open with a knife
Now you're bleeding
Don't you know that I could be
and don't decide to play dumb
With any luck you'll see the same dude that stitched your top lip
Last year when your pimp just lost it
He wouldn't recognise
You pull me by my hair so I don't go nowhere
Tell me you love me, but you treat me like I'm never there
You say the cruelest words, and yes, they
You cut through the city like a surgeon's knife
On a quest for life - but saving no-one
Cause you don't feel pity no more
You're trapped in a city
I've got
And it's ooh, woah-oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
No rules in breakable heaven
But ooh, woah-oh
It's a cruel
Do you remember that knife you wouldn't part with?
You kept it sharp just to carve my fuckin' heart like a park bench
Well I found it this morning
and the loyalty that's what we stand for
Alienated by society
All this pressure give me anxiety (anxiety)
Walk slow through the fire
Like, who gon' try us?
think it's safe for you to travel that way
And I don't want to violate your relationship
So I'll lay back in the cut with a crush that's a trip
Still
more
And it's new, the shape of your body
It's blue, the feeling I've got
And it's ooh-oh-oh
It's a cruel summer
It's cool, that's what I tell 'em
& Kenny, I mean the Latter more
No ping pong and we volleying with the back and forth
Straight King Kong and the trap we blasting off, son
You want
5 foot 9, she's got legs for days
Green eyes that cut like a knife
And her own little sexy sway
No, she don't waste no time
Moving to the floor
Ooh
Stuck in a crisis
Without a conscience
Trapped in a place we don't belong
There's no more heroes
Left to believe in
They've pushed our
be down
It can be a all nigga thing
But if niggas don't
I'll be by my mother fucking self
It's no place that I wont go
And I feel like if you got love
don't grown on trees and there's thievin mc's
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast
Like runnin rivers, I be that
many things that I misunderstood
I guess I'll never know.. it'd probably cut me like a knife
I swore I spent my life trying to be Christ-like
But I
Cuz baby don't you know that I
I moved on
Cuz baby you
Yeah, baby you
You, you put a knife on my throat
Put a knife on my throat
Ah, yeah (You put
what a waste of a pretty face
man, this place ain't just safe, it's just straight gangster
It ain't just New York or LA that bangs no more
There's
the knife until they fucking get me right
You could make a fucking list
Of reasons that I'm fucked up, no wonder I'm pissed
And I'm looking for a comet, then
Here I sit surrounded by white
My arms wrapped around my back real tight
What did I do that was so worng that I had to pay
I don't think anyones
pleasure, dearie?
No, we don't cut slices
Cor, me eyes is bleary!
Toby!
None for the gentleman!
I could up me prices
I'm a little leery
Business
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