Lyrics:
The bubble guns off
My heart stopped
For a second this story is fantastic
Sold it on credit now payback
Is bodies in plastics
Truth all so solid, it's ceramic
in love with you
And I won't believe it's true if this is dying
So many days go by
Just waiting for a sign
You might come back to me
I could see you
Blinded on this mother fucking drive
Rose tinted
Glasses
Cover our eyes
We're trapped in
What we expect of love
But all is shown is greed and lust
I doubt it
Could i be happy
If i know that this is magic not the love
Can't we exchange what's on our minds
Working with all this borrowed time
I know it's child's play
New problems day by day
I heard you when you said
serve a nigga raw on the mic, when you call what’s the price nigga, I say this that ménage, take a hit make ya pause, 26 in a zip that’s a flaw, but try
this is child abuse"
Call DYFS, I might just be gettin' nicer
You young boys ain't ready for real
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
this always But there are those times
When no one else is willing and God is by your side!
Who will this child be?
Who will this man become?
In my
cheap when the lips are sweet but the price is steep
Well it's really been a crime this waste of time but now I can't tell what's left behind
a rag to throw?
I wish you would make up your mind
so I can forget this memory
Well I am blind and I'm rattled by the rush
that you once gave to me
well
want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga
breath a while
I know it's impossible with all this pain
Is it worth the price and at what cost
Seeing your reflection know I feel the same
Reaching
paid for
Everything paid in full
Mr. Kelly
I need a brand new Range Rover
G5 by the swimming pool
Went from broke and out of touch
Now everything I
I'm tired of living in pain, agony, grief, loneliness
You get old and your body is destroyed by time, illness, profound solitude, no one remembers
got a huge ego e fat like Kelly Price
I'm focused on my vision
Like I'm trying to televise
As for those who doubt me
Thanks for the belle bite
I no dey
headphones in
Please get the fuck out my face
Ain playing with a soul
That take me as joke
This jit want all of my attention
Cus she'on get it home
You ain't
the harp
His knowledge name is Greek 'cause whenever he speaks
He's got the wisdom of King Solomon, bags in his eyes from no sleep
Sometimes he thought
Listenin', check
Picture what your opponent is thinking inside the square
This is like chess, strategize in the ring
He tryna be a father, but he lost his
you out of time
This is crime by design
If the crown ain't mine tell me who am I behind
Yeah, I'm taking niggas' lunch money
Too bad, I was fucking
the best of me?
Death to those who testin me
Cause to test is to try to conquer
But me, I catch em (1-2-3) and do an encore
Get paid by music, no money
sound right do it again
Did it again losing a friend
This is my life this isn't a trend
Looking left looking right no ones by side
I can do this by
even try
Other bullshit doesn't matter anymore
Damage can't be managed, either way you fuckin hate me so
What is there to do? I'm not feeling free
honey, what is it? (What is it?)
I rock a rhyme at a wedding, next tour I'm probably heading
You want to beat like this? Check the stack of Otis Redding
That's what I have toppers for
Open up Solomon doors
Surrounded by priests, scholars and moors
Say my name, dollars just pour
Not that fake paper money
But
.png/300px-Kelly_Price_Jan_2019_(cropped).png "Kelly Price")
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