Lyrics

Back then They ain't really love me I can't dwell on past tense I'm cooped up in a snuggie Prolly won't love me How I want them So I never force what's coming Hit the ground running Got a lot of pain in these crayons Bring my bros back like a seance I wish but we don't do that often Sadness hit lungs I start coughin' wait I changed reality Coupled insanity With all my vanity Now you get all of me Minus the sanity Chill with some danities Don't fuck with cane though Can't fuck no jane does We someone they all know She lead I'll follow Cop trees from Key Largo I'm someone we all know She lead I'll follow Cop trees from Key Largo I'm someone we all know Lost my music Found my muse again Lost my life and laughed at all my friends This the dream we painted in the end So this the life we living just begin Lost my music Found my muse again Lost my life and laughed at all my friends This the dream we painted in the end So this the life we living just begin Drop top in a Porsche I need to Tesla my sound They gonna MOMA my music I need a museum right now She think she love me she don't They think they know me they don't I used to paint all these pictures I'm doing things that they won't Copped the Crayola I'm kicking Won't stop the payola I'm living She think she love me she didn't They think they knew me they didn't Copped the Crayola I'm kicking Won't stop payola I'm living She thought she loved me she didn't They thought they loved me they didn't Tell me what it is with me Tell me why you riddle me I can't lose all of me And I can't never feel defeat I draw pictures in the crib The wall is my template No bars like my old place Apart from the old space I need something no chase I keep running no race I use to colour the walls with the old paint Drop top in a Porsche I need to Tesla my sound They gonna MOMA music I need a museum right now She think she love me she don't They think they know me they don't I used to paint all these pictures I'm doing things they won't Copped the Crayola I'm kicking Won't stop the payola I'm living She think she loved me she didn't They think they knew me they didn't Copped the Crayola I'm kicking Won't stop payola I'm living She thought she loved me she didn't They thought they love me they didn't
Writer(s): Kwanell Woodhouse Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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