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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
424KP
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Kyle Page
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Lyrics
Even I can't change the past
Thought I wouldn't now my face is tatted
Family rich, that's a chain reaction
Still it's me who gotta pay for that
I'm from a city where we say it straight
Not many fakes are there
My only option, whatever it takes
I'm nearly breaking bad
I took a trip back with my boo
I took a bitch back to the zoo
Trying to do rich flex, how it do?
Don't take my respect casual
I carry enough shit already whatever ain't working
I'm cutting it loose
Whatever your problems girl I got the tools
She want talk on the phone all alone tonight
Pay me however the phone or wire
Roll like a pro need a cone? I'm aight
Trust me one toke you'll have your desires
Groupies all just trying to moan, I'm right
Angle they know is straight 45 and
No one to trust be alone the price
That's why my circle ain't all divided
Cameras flash, pick a pose, I ain't ever lose composure
Can't complain, this path I chose, who gonna win?
Let's see when it's over
Pick apart your competition
It don't matter what position
It's mostly them man out here bitching
Let's hear what they told you
All of my profits invest it in me
I hope my brodies all resting in peace
I know some brothers who resting in piss
Pull up I leave, I gotta dip
Thinking she right, already left
She wanna chill, I wanna step out
They all wanna step round me
No I can't change and I ain't phased
Wont take the blame if it's not my fault
Try test my aim, still in my range
So I'll arrange put you in a coffin
In my lungs the Mary Jane, all this haze is why I'm coughing
Always stepping in some Js I give myself no other option
I took a trip back with my boo
I took a bitch back to the zoo
Trying to do rich flex, how it do?
Don't take my respect casual
I carry enough shit already whatever ain't working
I'm cutting it loose
Whatever your problems girl I got the tools
She want talk on the phone all alone tonight
Pay me however the phone or wire
Roll like a pro need a cone? I'm aight
Trust me one toke you'll have your desires
Groupies all just trying to moan, I'm right
Angle they know is straight 45 and
No one to trust be alone the price
That's why my circle ain't all divided
Writer(s): 424kp
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