Billy Joel – Piano Man (Original ) Letra billyjoelVEVO Billy Joel – Piano Man (Original )
It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
The regular crowd shuffles in
There’s an old man sitting next to me
Making love to his tonic and gin
He says: Son, can you play me a memory?
I’m not really sure how it goes
But it’s sad, and it’s sweet, and I knew it complete
When I wore a younger man’s clothes
La-la-la-di-dee-da
La-la-di-dee-da-da-dum
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feeling alright
Now John at the bar is a friend of mine
He gets me my drinks for free
And he’s quick with a joke or to light up your smoke
But there’s someplace that he’d rather be
He says: Bill, I believe this is killing me
As the smile ran away from his face
Well, I’m sure that I could be a movie star
If I could get out of this place
Oh, la-la-la-di-dee-da
La-la-di-dee-da-da-dum
Now Paul is a real estate novelist
Who never had time for a wife
And he’s talking with Davy, who’s still in the Navy
And probably will be for life
And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it’s better than drinking alone
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
And you’ve got us feeling alright
It’s a pretty good crowd for a Saturday
And the manager gives me a smile
‘Cause he knows that it’s me they’ve been coming to see
To forget about life for a while
And the piano, it sounds like a carnival
And the microphone smells like a beer
And they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar
And say: Man, what are you doing here?
Oh, la, la-la-di-dee-da
La-la-di-dee-da-da-dum
Sing us a song, you’re the piano man
Sing us a song tonight
Well, we’re all in the mood for a melody
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Babyfxce E – Humbly Venting [ Lyrics ] Letra Babyfxce E Babyfxce E – Humbly Venting [ Lyrics ]
eah
Who the fuck is Big Drice?
What up, Drice?
Verse
I ain’t smoked a ‘Wood and it been all day
Yeah, that’s probably why I been cuttin’ into niggas
They use that shit against you, that’s why I don’t really vent to bitches
It’s one pocket full, it’s all blue, so it’s a fifty in it
Cup full of Trishy in it
Yop
Laptop bag, but I got a blicky in it
Unemployment checks, man, I know you niggas miss them bitches
Throw him a couple dollars, I’m finna humbly shit on niggas, yeah
Two years ago, y’all had it, now that shit is over
Stop hittin’ me up about that striker, I already sold it
How the fuck the song unreleased and y’all already know it?
You ain’t gotta tell me the bitch a leech, I’m already knowin’
I just wanna fuck the bitch
Yop
Ridin’ around Flint, tryna find a fuck to give
She like, “I don’t wanna wake them up,” I’m like, “Fuck them kids”
You should already know, so don’t ask what kinda truck I’m in
Dumb-ass nigga
I don’t got time to reload this bitch, I’m ridin’ with extended
I don’t wanna fly back tomorrow, told Tiny to extend it
I can’t even rap too long ‘cause my lil’ bitch be trippin’
I told the bitch I had it typed up, I just forgot to send it
Real gremlin, ridin’ ‘round with pistols, still got cases pending
Same skinny denims from yesterday, I’m really from the trenches
Switch put a nigga six feet, he should’ve kept his distance
You’ll know you finna catch a B ‘cause you’ll get the feeling
I’m surfing
I don’t got no job, but I been working
Yop
Two Wock cups got me swerving
Backwoods honey bourbon
Flyin’ in the Scat’ like it’s urgent
Bitch, I’m tryna fuck, I ain’t flirtin’
Hundred thousand, bitch, I’m worth it
Fuck a nigga bitch and leave him hurtin’
I ain’t even tell you she a squirter
Man, I did that shit on purpose
Blue jeans, but these bitches Purple
We’ll jump a nigga like a hurdle
Glocky on me like a girdle
Nigga, I ain’t finna play with niggas
Left thirty shots up on his block, that’s why the K was empty
Nigga, you’d lose your fucking top, you see what the label sent me
I already had my own knot, so I ain’t take a penny
Nigga, I was never broke
At all
Pass that bitch to me, nigga, I’ll never choke
I remember when I was a kid, I said I’d never smoke
Now I’m drivin’ back from Cali with like ten, eleven ‘bows
Nigga
Outro
It’s with an X, nigga
Fxce
Black Sherif – OH NO ( Lyrics Lyrics) Letra Black Sherif Letra Black Sherif – OH NO ( Lyrics Lyrics)
Trapping that’s my settings
Me and broski dem finessing
Finessing
Ye hys sum mu searching
I don’t speak, I just be working
Working
I know that’s a blessing ‘cause these boys outside be talking
They talking, talking
Them man there too naked, them tings don’t impress me
‘Press me
Saw man going crazy them no go tell you have to follow
Follow
Pack your stuff, you bozos
Now it’s time to go home
Go home, go home
Some ah dem called me lazy like I wasn’t the guy from Zongo
All the place I been was a no-go
But I had nothing to lose
Nevеr
Took some losses, baby
But it nevеr fazed me
That’s why I respect me
I was grinding and waiting
Now dem wan’ believe me
‘Cause they know our season is going way too brazy
Now dem wan’ give ratings
I dey spy
Tell you I see am with my eyes
I know they won’t be surprised
They know I’ve been with it
They know I’ve been with it, ah-ah
Chorus
Oh no, menni choice
Dwuma yi aa na meye o
Kwaku ee mensesa da o
No mensesa da o
Oh no, menni choice
Dwuma yi aa na meys o
Kwaku ee mensesa da o
No mensesa da o
Oh no, menni choice
Dwuma yi aa na meys o
Kwaku ee mensesa da o
No mensesa da o
Oh no, menni choice
Dwuma yi aa na mey€ o
Kwaku ee mensesa da o
No mensesa da o
Verse 2
Spent some time on the road
Road
I seen my ship capsize
‘Size
Been through my ups and downs
Down
Too many times I cried
‘Cause I felt empty and alone
Alone
Tings happened to the guy
Guy
Some of my family switched sides
I swear, swear
Plenty sacrifices
They go dey tell man plenty stories
Please let it go
Please let it go
I don’t wanna know
Please let it go
I don’t wanna know
Please let it go
From early I sold me a dream
They dey see me around
Cyaan’t believe what I’m on
I was riding alone
Chorus
Oh no, menni choice
Dwuma yi aa na meys o
Kwaku ee mensesa da
No mensesada o
Oh no, menni choice
Dwuma yi aa na meys o
Kwaku ee mensesa da
No mensesada o
Oh no, menni choice
Dwuma yi aa na meys o
Kwaku ee mensesa da
No mensesada o
Oh no, menni choice
Dwuma yi aa na meye o
Kwaku ee mensesa da
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Benson Boone – To Love Someone Letras, Lyrics: Benson Boone – To Love Someone
Lyrics
Brand new apartment
We sat on the floor
A blow up mattresses
And some plastic forks
Our clothes on the counter
Keys in the door
You’re all that I wanted never been so sure
Chances are the future will take us places that we can’t imagine yet
And chances are yours is the face I could never forget
But suddenly nothing
Is the way that it was
Is this what it feels like to love someone?
Don’t know what you had
Until it’s gone
Is this what it feels like to love someone?
To love someone
To love someone
To love someone
Empty apartment
I’m sat on the floor
A blow up mattress
And a plastic forks
Fighting the flashbacks that creep through the door
I stare at the ceiling and I try to ignore
Chances are we’re gonna tell ourselves this is how it’s supposed to be
And chances are this isn’t the last time I’ll dance with your memory
And suddenly nothing
Is the way that it was
Is this what it feels like to love someone?
Don’t know what you had
Until it’s gone
Is this what it feels like to love someone
Love someone
Love someone
To love someone
Maybe sweet maybe strange
Maybe pains the price you pay
To love someone
To love someone
And suddenly nothing is the way that it was
Is this what it feels like to love someone?
Byron Messia – Dear Dancehall ( Lyrics ) Letra Hapilos Byron Messia – Dear Dancehall ( Lyrics )
Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]
Heart full a cut but a never hear [?]
Same time when me rise, them want me drop the same time
Been a pree fi be a rapper since me drop a grade nine
If me thief style, a mussi Rod Wave style
And me say dear dancehall
How me fi diss the same place weh me born
That a Kingston
Drewsland, Garrison
Me want fi do it greater than Shaggy and Sean Paul
Me want fi do it bigger than Rihanna them
Me see a comment the other day about influence
And MOCA, but them a fi know me full a banger friends
Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]
Me a dancehall artiste, yes
But me a live a rapper lifestyle
If you ask how far me a trod from
Me tell you more than nine miles
Watch the cars me damn drive
And me have the ‘matic on standby
For the haters who want me damn die
Oh, dawg
Ah, ah, ah
Them say me nah big up dancehall
Yow, dancehall
‘Cause them like talk
Huh?
Yow, dancehall
Yow, dancehall
Yow, dancehall
Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]
Heart full a cut but a never hear [?]
Same time when me rise, them want me drop the same time
Been a pree fi be a rapper since me drop a grade nine
If me thief style, a mussi Rod Wave style
And me say dear dancehall
How me fi diss the same place weh me born
That a Kingston
Drewsland, Garrison
Yow, Grantspen
badmómzjay x Takt32 x vito – 4 Life (prod. by Jumpa) [ Lyrics ] Letra badmómzjay badmómzjay x Takt32 x vito – 4 Life (prod. by Jumpa) [ Lyrics ]
Songtext zu „4 Life“
Intro
(JUMPA, make it jump)
Hook: vito
Sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du bist längst ein Teil von mir
Glaub mir, ich bleib’ bei dir
Bis sie mein’n Namen in Stein gravier’n
Also sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du meintest „for life“ zu mir
Als ich gesagt hab’: „Wir zwei bis in Grab“
Da hab’ ich das gemeint, for real
Wir beide for life
Ja, wir beide for life, yeah
Sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du bist längst ein Teil von mir
Glaub mir, ich bleib’ bei dir
Bis sie mein’n Namen in Stein gravier’n (Ohh)
Part 1: badmómzjay & vito
Könnte schwör’n, kenn’ dich ein Leben lang (Ja)
Nur ein Jahr, fühlt sich wie ewig an (Ja)
Kann dich versteh’n, auch wenn du schweigst
Glaub mir, das nennt man seel’nverwandt
Auch wenn ich’s dir selten sag’
Weil ich damit Probleme hab’ (Ohh)
Will ich, dass du eins weißt, sollt es mal so weit sein
Geh’ ich für dich bis ins Grab
Du bliebst bei mir, weil mein Vater nicht konnte
Ich bei dir, als dein Vater davonging (Yeah, yeah)
Alle kenn’n badmómz, Fresse groß, immer stark
Aber du weißt auch, wie ich sonst bin
Unsre Liebe war so wie ein Moshpit, ja
Tut zwar weh, but I love it
Will nicht, dass du vermisst, sondern glücklich bist
Denn sag mir, was Liebe sonst ist
Hook: vito & Takt32
Sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du bist längst ein Teil von mir
Glaub mir, ich bleib’ bei dir
Bis sie mein’n Namen in Stein gravier’n
Also sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du meintest „for life“ zu mir
Als ich gesagt hab’: „Wir zwei bis in Grab“
Da hab’ ich das gemeint, for real
Wir beide for life
Ja, wir beide for life, yeah
Sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du bist längst ein Teil von mir
Glaub mir, ich bleib’ bei dir
Bis sie mein’n Namen in Stein gravier’n (Ja, ohh)
Part 2: Takt32
Lass’ nicht viele an mich ran
Hab’ gelernt, diese Liebe ist wie Sand
Egal, wie fest du hältst, ja, bleibt es nicht von selbst
Rinnt es dir am Ende immer wieder durch die Hand
Im Kopf dieses Bild aus dem Winter
Du packst dein Zeug in mei’m Zimmer
Weiß noch, wie du sagst: „Wenn du etwas loslässt
Und es wieder zurückkommt, dann bleibt es für immer“
Und ja, du bist wiedergekomm’n
Wohnung so groß wie ein Sneakerkarton
Zwölfter Stock und ein paar Jalousien vor Beton
Doch mit dir sieht es aus wie Paris vom Balkon, ja
Und manche sagen, unsre Liebe wär toxisch
Wenn das so ist, ja, dann trink’ ich den Shot mit
Will nicht, dass du mich vermisst, sondern glücklich bist
Denn sag mir, was Liebe sonst ist
Hook: vito & badmómzjay
Sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du bist längst ein Teil von mir
Glaub mir, ich bleib’ bei dir
Bis sie mein’n Namen in Stein gravier’n
Also sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du meintest „for life“ zu mir
Als ich gesagt hab’: „Wir zwei bis in Grab“
Da hab’ ich das gemeint, for real
Wir beide for life
Ja, wir beide for life, yeah
Sag nicht goodbye zu mir
Denn du bist längst ein Teil von mir
Glaub mir, ich bleib’ bei dir
Bis sie mein’n Namen in Stein gravier’n (Ohh) Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Bella Poarch – Bad Boy! ( Lyrics) Letra Bella Poarch Bella Poarch – Bad Boy! ( Lyrics )
I love me a bad boy (la la la la…)
Who drives a corvette
And smokes cigarettes
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best
Bad boy (la la la la…)
They’re bad for my head
But so good in bed
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best Bad boys
and their trauma
All their issues with their mama
bad boys
bring the drama
Play guitar and think they’re nirvana
Bad manners bad communication
Show up at parties without invitations
Fuck it let’s face it
They don’t want my love they just want me naked Mmm
I’ve had boys
who would shower
Me with chocolates and flowers but without the chase it’s
safe to say I’m bored
‘cause
I love me a bad boy (la la la la…)
Who drives a corvette
And smokes cigarettes
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best
Bad boy (la la la la…)
They’re bad for my head
But so good in bed
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best
Bad boys
Bad boys
I can’t learn my lesson
I keep on falling for messed up intentions Bad boys
They don’t go to Heaven
But they bring it to you
I’ve had boys
who would shower
Me with chocolates and flowers but without the chase it’s
safe to say I’m bored
‘cause
I love me a bad boy (la la la la…)
Who drives a corvette
And smokes cigarettes
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best
Bad boy (la la la la…)
They’re bad for my head
But so good in bed
I know they’re the worst but aren’t they the best Bad boys
BRUJA & Adrian Minune – TUTTI FRUTTI ( Lyrics ) Letra Seek Letra BRUJA & Adrian Minune – TUTTI FRUTTI ( Lyrics )
Refren:
Tutti frutti te kelas, te kelas te giljavas
Te kelas te giljavas
E romencar te pagjas
Strofa 1:
Mă urc pe masa acordeonu’ se aude ca asa e la cumetrii
Ii dau cheia la cal lu’ domnu’ valet sa parcheze în spate la vip
Facem și gratar sa moara dușmanii ca am făcut și-o muzicuta
Place la smecheri,masini de lux da’ parca tot mai frumos e în caruta
Ce-au mai trecut anii
Respect pentru Adi
Piesa asta e viața mea Original Armani
Ne cunoaste toata lumea tu zi-ne pe nume
Adi, Seek familia suntem copii minune
Sa o roma daje te kelav
Misca-te iubito, viata mea
Haide misca-te bruneto
Ca-s cel mai bari talento
Refren:
Tutti frutti te kelas, te kelas te giljavas
Te kelas te giljavas
E romencar te pagjas
Strofa 2:
E gadjo dilo baby
Are arfe si impresii
Hai cu mine in cort
Sa-ti dea romanca lectii
San dilo am vazut c-o ia de buna
Ti-ai facut filme ai vrea tu sa iti fiu cadana
Imi sta la coada francezu’ americanu’
Nu inteleg ce zic limbaju meu e banu’
Sunt de nota 10 ii pun sa-mi plateasca nota
Imi cer si io scuze de la featu’ asta
Sunt sirena apelor regina marii
Ca mine nu e nimeni regina tarii
Dau petrecere in curte au venit militienii
Ard in flacari baby cheama pompierii
Sa o roma daje te kelav, sa o roma daje on pijelav
Sa o roma daje te kelav, sa o roma daje on pijelav
Refren:
Tutti frutti te kelas, te kelas te giljavas
Te kelas te giljavas
E romencar te pagjas Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Big Moochie Grape – Workin ( Lyrics ) Letra BiG MOOCHIE GRAPE Big Moochie Grape – Workin ( Lyrics )
Intro
(Band—)
Yes, sir
(Let the band play)
Gigantic
Big Moochie
Yeah, humongous
Yeah, yeah
You know what the fuck goin’ on, nigga
Stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)
Stupid bitch (Yeah)
Pre-Chorus
Yeah, niggas see Big Moochie Grape, yeah, then they get nervous (Nervous)
Young niggas with me, they jump out and scare you (Hop out)
Hoppin’ out, run you down, nigga, we purgin’ (Grrt)
In the trap with a pack, nigga, we servin’ (We servin’)
Dropped out of school, I was gone with the move (Yeah)
But I was still pullin’ up, shootin’ dice and curvin’ (On God)
Been had me a sack since a Nextel chirpin’ (Brrt, brrt)
Ever since I was twelve, got me a sack, then I start— uh, what?
Chorus
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (I been on this shit my whole life, nigga, know what I’m talking ‘bout?)
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (Yes, sir, I been going hard, nigga)
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (Fuck you talkin’ ‘bout, nigga? Big Moochie Grape, nigga)
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (Gigantic, humongous, nigga, all that shit in one, nigga, stupid-ass nigga, let’s go)
Uh, young nigga back in the trap and I’m workin’ (Trap)
Walk up in Gucci, give a fuck ‘bout a price tag, just know a young nigga making a purchase (I’m making a purchase)
Trappin’ and rappin’, I ain’t doing no cappin’, lil’ nigga, you could buy you some ‘bows or some verses (Uh-uh, yeah, ‘bows or some verses)
Ain’t no nigga in the rap game fucking with Big Moochie, you’ll never catch me doing a Verzuz, bitch (No, no, no, no, never)
Gangbangin’, East Haiti babies, we turnt (East Haiti)
A niggas playing games, know the gang pull up and murk ‘em (Grrt)
Still rockin’ this water, know Big Moochie surfing (Water)
Hit your bitch from the back while I got on my ice, now I got the bitch squirting (Smash, smash, smash, ooh)
Ice cubes on my watch, now my wrist, it be hurting (Yeah, ice)
Rock Dolce & Gabbana, I don’t do the Hermès (Bitch)
They see me on TV, now I got ‘em virtual learning (Yes, sir)
Pre-Chorus
Yeah, niggas see Big Moochie Grape, yeah, then they get nervous (Nervous)
Young niggas with me, they jump out and scare you (Hop out)
Hoppin’ out, run you down, nigga, we purgin’ (Grrt)
In the trap with a pack, nigga, we servin’ (We servin’)
Dropped out of school, I was gone with the move (Yeah)
But I was still pullin’ up, shootin’ dice and curvin’ (On God)
Been had me a sack since a Nextel chirpin’ (Brrt, brrt)
Ever since I was twelve, got me a sack, then I start— uh, what?
Chorus
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (I tried to tell you bitch-ass niggas, dog)
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (I’m back)
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (They say hard work pays off, nigga, you know? So I been workin’ my ass off, nigga, for this shit, nigga, you know what I’m sayin’?)
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ (Gigantic, let’s go, Band—)
Verse 2
Got me a sack and said, “Fuck all that dumb shit” (Fuck all that dumb shit)
Stuck in the streets, better watch who you run with (Watch who you run with)
Got it from pop, yeah, I’m uppin’ my gun quick (Upping my gun quick)
Glock 23 and it’s tucked in my armpit (Tucked in my armpit)
Got me a sack and said, “Fuck all that dumb shit” (Uh-huh)
Stuck in the street, better watch who you run with (Uh-huh)
Got it from pop, yeah, I’m uppin’ my gun quick (Yes, sir)
Glock 23 and it’s tucked in my armpit (Yes, sir)
Young nigga shoot at a rapper (Rapper)
I’m a street nigga, bitch, I’m not a rapper (No rapper)
Real street nigga, bitch, I’m a real trapper (Real trapper)
Youngest OG, I got juice like a Snapple (OG)
She wanna fuck ‘cause her nigga a capper (A capper)
Steppin’ on shit like a Que Dog, an alpha (We stepping)
Young rich nigga and I’m flyer than NASA (Fly)
Fuck all these niggas, they never been factors (Bitch)
Pre-Chorus
Niggas see Big Moochie Grape, yeah, then they get nervous (Nervous)
Young niggas with me, they jump out and scare you (Hop out)
Hoppin’ out, run you down, nigga, we purgin’ (Grrt)
In the trap with a pack, nigga, we servin’ (We servin’)
Dropped out of school, I was gone with the move (Yeah)
But I was still pullin’ up, shootin’ dice and curvin’ (On God)
Been had me a sack since a Nextel chirpin’ (Brrt, brrt)
Ever since I was twelve, got me a sack, then I start— uh, what?
Chorus
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’
Workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’, workin’ Lyrics, Letras, Paroles, Deutsche, Letras, Testi,Тексты, Texty, Norske, Текстови, Versuri, Persian, Liricí, Lirik, Nederlandse, Tagalog
Booka 600 – In The Mirror ( Lyrics ) Letra Booka 600 Booka 600 – In The Mirror ( Lyrics )
Intro
(Wait, Matthew, did you make this?)
I watched history repeat itself
Chorus
I’m starin’ in the mirror, I’m alone as I figured
Nobody here to show me love, Von on the picture
Not only was I givin’ up, an uncompleted mission
They still gon’ treat me like a thug, I’m tryna change my image
Verse 1
I don’t want to live in vain, and It get hard for me to explain
Cold world, in which it rain, and they throw mud upon my name
I’m reminded, feeling strange, I collided with my gang
At the crowd I wanna aim, who I don’t get gon’ know my name
See me appearin’ strong, don’t know I go through shit at home
Living life, you facin’ demons, I praise God in all my songs
Thеm niggas ate ‘till it was bones and ?
Don’t nevеr hate me if I’m wrong, can’t keep a list, what’s goin’ on
There so much shit I won’t forget, how you in love but turnin’ tricks?
Kept it solid on his hand, but you know hoes took on his ?
Any day they gonna switch up, product of the crib
I pray Nine get that appeal, and I know bro gon’ watch my rear
Like, who really got my back? Since I don’t know, I won’t relax
They know I always got my strap, even though I tell ‘em “I ain’t got it”
Got respect, and only dap these niggas hands instead of ?
I wanna exchange my energy, I kept 600 on the map
Chorus
I’m starin’ in the mirror, I’m alone as i figured
Nobody here to show me love, Von on the picture
Not only was I givin’ up, an uncompleted mission
They still gon’ treat me like a thug, I’m tryna change my image
Verse 2
I’m just tryna base my limit off of seeing my momentum
I calculate my moves with everything it takes to win ‘em
I grew up with dirty shoes, bleach stains and old denim
Sometimes you struggle harder when you ain’t got, but still a lender
Don’t compare me to my friends, ‘cause some broke and some richer
I see the weak, Im gon’ defend I rather life be of a mixture
Every nigga ain’t a man, it hurts to face life life like a blister
Most kills don’t have a reason, a lot of shit becomes vindictive
I was six, became a Christian, they got rich off my religion
They bring heat up on the Bible and say that most be contradictin’
If you read between the lines, you see that plenty can be witness
A different story every book, so you can’t change with one’s vision
Chorus
I’m starin’ in the mirror, I’m alone as i figured
Nobody here to show me love, Von on the picture
Not only was I givin’ up, an uncompleted mission
They still gon’ treat me like a thug, I’m tryna change my image
