Lyrics:
Fighting all the lies that I find
You want a show
You want to kill what I know
Pages and pages, I'm burning the pages
Bleeding the reasons
You keep me from
you famous motherfucker
I'm talkin' about Newsweek and Time Magazine and all that ol' good shit
My niggas make the papers baby
My niggas make
you at a party, put up your dickbeaters
By time I get through wreckin your jaw
You be callin Patti LaBelle and Barry White hardcore
Why should I
to heights that i couldn’t imagine
Elementary me
Would see me as a hero
Isn’t that all that matters?
(What do he know?)
Guess what i’m after
Blank page
don't even talk
After all I'm
Broke, but you never choke
Even when your throat's
Hanging from a grape tree
Hope, that you never spoke to the Devil
Nope,
had no money spots
And if they did then they ass went insane
When all the money stops
I'm from the ghetto so I'm used to that
Look on your
is it okay if my heart is broken that long
People come around and ask me who this songs about
Well I don't really know cause I'm just writing all about
there's silver in your hair
You won't have to ask if I still care
'Cause as time turns the page
My love won't age at all
I swear
By the moon
fuck does that make me?)
(I mean)
To be all alone (you motherfuckers can bend your knees man)
(Fold your hands and your Bibles)
All alone (and pray
)
That's the way we do (That's the way we do)
you for me (U for me)
And me for you (That's right)
One for all (One for all)
That's
"Sergeant, you got a lot of god-damned
Gall to ask me if I've rehabilitated myself! I mean I mean I
Mean that you send I'm sittin' here on the bench I mean
later sold it on ebay
I cannot believe it's all over somehow
I only ask you, what the fuck is happenin now?
[chorus 2x]
Nothin, let me know
Sure feel
give advice if you're talking suicide
She the type of girl that wants to be someone else
So she covers all her scars now shes ready for the fight
I just
'm happy and their no one else I want
It's just that, my past been a whole lot crazy, real talk
I know, I know
You never been in love, never felt love
could you let him have the last word?
I thought you were meant to be a menace
Don't blame me, you said it
But that was all I can hear
You ain't clear,
email
Are importing all your contacts?
or you know what
never mind that
Just send me a fax
Send me a fax
Wow sugar vissel you look fine
sure, I
girls
I'm coming back
Patti Page and summer days
On old Cape Cod
Happy times making wine
In my garage
Country shade and lemonade
Guess I
I'm really hopin' you drop him
It's morals I really have, it's lines I could never cross
But you got somethin' that make all them good intentions get
niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this
niggas been textin' my cell, callin' my phone
Ask me about this Kendrick shit, that he ain't even really even diss me on
I ain't drawn to all this
dictated by your bullshit
Am I being needy or just greedy for love
Did I just forget that all you said was false
Is it in my head or is it real this time
No
foes
I learned if they ladies or hoes
I'm learning lately, that they all switch pages
So fuck all the love that they show
I'm stuck with my left hand
Let
see me pop up can't ignore that
She gon get to stalking, see the foreigns on the page
Ask her what's up, you trynna fuck
They like of course dad
I want
of NASA
I flip page to a different chapter
So quit sayin', I live in the past
'Cause you pricks ain't on my level
That's a prediction that will never happen
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