Lyrics:
they preeing the boy and yet I wonder why
A small vessel for a lot of pain, they miss the blue skies
But I don't complain, I'm just living to retain,
Uh
Cause I can do bad all by myself
I don't need no help
The days over and done
Its just a matter of if I leave you now
Maybe you will recognize the good you
'Cause Dylaan's lookin' really sinister
Pistols, AR's, don't matter
Just let the blood shed
And now they at home preachin'
Gettin' them spoons fed
If we
employed by choice and still out performed ya
No more corn roll wearing
Still savoir faire'n
It's a new day
So need for comparison
Not to mention
Now that I
Have you really wondered the depth of such a single word
Sometimes the matter of stretching the definition
Would only change who has permission
To grant
brother walter
had a fight the week before
knocked a boy named wilson
through the pool hall door
they said you don't mess with wilson
unless you want a war
to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
My baby's drama mama, don't like me
She be doing things like having them boys come from her
opposition my decision was lethal
To step into the game and and discover my skill I've prolly had since the womb
I pray my tomb don't come soon
And fall victim
judged by the skin tone, until i bust loose
In the booth with a fuse lit, that's when their mood switch
"Damn, this white boy got a sick flow,
The wordplay
to choose
Look at me, writin' all these lyrics by myself
I just wanted to say, "Dont turn on me or else"
I'm just tryna prove a point, I'm not tryna sit
As it changes
You dread these exchanges
You're up and down
You're checked out
Or out of town
It doesn't even matter
Don't know why
I give up
prayed against me in the fall
Boy ima winter baby aint no baby in me.
Maybe do you have someone to call
When you feel the world against you
boujie and picky
I swear my life is a movie come get you a ticket
I'm not gone get in specifics but I knew that boy was a hoe from the stories he flippin'
and watch me close for the clue that I'm showing
The One you see my Spirit fall on and remain that's my chosen
He baptizes with the Holy Ghost
I saw and I
popped by dat boy leek
New fendi sheets just to fuck on my bitch
Trigger finger nigga don't need a switch
No stock on the choppa I like how it kick
Hit it
niggas put trust in yourself
They come when you rich when you broke then you left
(Yeah)
Just took a backwood to the face
Nigga smokin by the case
I dont
overseas I'm spending euros
Paparazzi snapping photos rattpack with me
And we out this bitch
I remember when they told me I
Would not amount to shit
Now
fighting
You be playing with my heart on that ride along
I'd be dreading on that art, like fire boy
We be drifting far apart, like we married long
You be
I'm headed out the door
I don't deserve this, boy you ain't worth it
And it's gone hurt you more you gone see
Faithful, Faithful
Is that so hard for
head up now
Don't worry sometimes you gonna fall down
The Angels all around and they gonna help you up they
Looking down you just gotta look up ya
If
smokey eyes
And never can you run fast enough as you trip and fall aside
One morning when this life is over I will fly away
No more shackles on my feet
saint
Yeah I got a couple screws real loose in my brain
Loki Wildin on the beat so you know it's in flames
Lil boy better take a seat 'fo we let out
Cause ima pimp by nature and a dog by blood
I'm tryna get her out the club so I can beat up da guts
She on da floo shakin fast tryna show me her thong
But
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