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Mixed Emotions Video (MV)




Performed By: BABY
Length: 3:06
Written by: Chase Mann




BABY - Mixed Emotions Lyrics




You ever heard of of living lavish, bitch?
Yeah I'm mediocre, so I'm living far from it
No, I didn't grow up around nines or violence
I didn't have to ask people "what time is it"
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
I've imagined killing people, call that mental pain
I just look em in the eye cause they think I'm sane
All you rappers talkin, but you don't use your brain
Pussy this, money that, you need to study things
I know you think you're hard with your .223's
But when it comes to fame and money, you ain't bout the cheese
I think it's cause you too f*cked up on lean
You forgot that you had f*ckin college degree
(Blah)
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
Sometimes my minds crazy, like to call it mental
You the type to brag about money, but drive a rental
How you gone "love" her, when she's not sentimental
Then you wonder why she left you, you were a rental
I'm unloading all the shots, if you want the beef
Don't run around the fire
Don't be a pussy please
Or I might snatch yo f*cking auntie
Make her get on her knees
Why don't you ask Briant Queer, he know what I mean
Imma say that you ain't built for this street shit
Funny, I remember people sayin I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm rappin', they just tell me that imma be rich
Oh, yeah, I know, cause that's my goal and imma reach it
See you from the slums, but you ain't about hittin licks
You claiming that you real but creepin' like a snitch
Run up in yo house, use a knife, you getting mugged bitch
I'm sorry, this just business, it's time to pull the plug bitch
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
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You ever heard of of living lavish, bitch?
Yeah I'm mediocre, so I'm living far from it
No, I didn't grow up around nines or violence
I didn't have to ask people "what time is it"
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
I've imagined killing people, call that mental pain
I just look em in the eye cause they think I'm sane
All you rappers talkin, but you don't use your brain
Pussy this, money that, you need to study things
I know you think you're hard with your .223's
But when it comes to fame and money, you ain't bout the cheese
I think it's cause you too f*cked up on lean
You forgot that you had f*ckin college degree
(Blah)
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
Sometimes my minds crazy, like to call it mental
You the type to brag about money, but drive a rental
How you gone "love" her, when she's not sentimental
Then you wonder why she left you, you were a rental
I'm unloading all the shots, if you want the beef
Don't run around the fire
Don't be a pussy please
Or I might snatch yo f*cking auntie
Make her get on her knees
Why don't you ask Briant Queer, he know what I mean
Imma say that you ain't built for this street shit
Funny, I remember people sayin I wouldn't be shit
Now I'm rappin', they just tell me that imma be rich
Oh, yeah, I know, cause that's my goal and imma reach it
See you from the slums, but you ain't about hittin licks
You claiming that you real but creepin' like a snitch
Run up in yo house, use a knife, you getting mugged bitch
I'm sorry, this just business, it's time to pull the plug bitch
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
Yeah I'm white, but I understand the shits (Aye)
Me and brodie, we was dumb hitting licks (Aye)
No, I haven't met a real blood or crip
(Aye)
Moral of the story, is that I've studied them
(Aye)
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Writer: Chase Mann
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