Bought me a whip
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Life is what you make it Ray charles to the haters
Stevie wondering in the basement chopping keys up for trading
Ami to the brain to erase what kept me basic
Life's a big orgy every now and then your
Climax is nuts lasting seconds then its done
Yah protect me from the people who I love but they don't love
Me back pretending lying evil little tramps
Mandem trying be your bredrin because they know your gonna buss
Infatuation and lust mistaken for love
When relationships sink you best know how to swim
You see a man's face but what's really in his heart ah
Should I quit my job and chase my dreams with both arms ah
Splurging like I get it to impress her I spend profit
I should be helping marge instead I minaj
A white barbie I'm ken still living in ends
A few made it with the pen and some ended up in pen
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
Bought me a whip
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Bought me a whip
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Do you do it for the culture or is it solely for the mula
Is it passion or does your ego feel fed when they applaud
The gang needed assistance he conformed for the cause
Entangled with a broad that's his baby mothers bredrin
Regardless he stepped in there's no value on his wedding ring
Loyalties rare since social media appeared
Options on options at my phone screen I stare
She slid in my DM's last week now we a pair
In a deadly affair it's fair to say we need repairing
We dived head first when we know we need to learn
Each other's ways personalities and traits
Foundation not found that's why relationships break
We skipped foreplay we both eager for the games
My spirit said no no my flesh said go
A couple weeks down line I'm like I really don't know
Because I dont really know you I just know
How loud you moan
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
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Bought me a whip
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Life is what you make it Ray charles to the haters
Stevie wondering in the basement chopping keys up for trading
Ami to the brain to erase what kept me basic
Life's a big orgy every now and then your
Climax is nuts lasting seconds then its done
Yah protect me from the people who I love but they don't love
Me back pretending lying evil little tramps
Mandem trying be your bredrin because they know your gonna buss
Infatuation and lust mistaken for love
When relationships sink you best know how to swim
You see a man's face but what's really in his heart ah
Should I quit my job and chase my dreams with both arms ah
Splurging like I get it to impress her I spend profit
I should be helping marge instead I minaj
A white barbie I'm ken still living in ends
A few made it with the pen and some ended up in pen
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
Bought me a whip
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Bought me a whip
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Do you do it for the culture or is it solely for the mula
Is it passion or does your ego feel fed when they applaud
The gang needed assistance he conformed for the cause
Entangled with a broad that's his baby mothers bredrin
Regardless he stepped in there's no value on his wedding ring
Loyalties rare since social media appeared
Options on options at my phone screen I stare
She slid in my DM's last week now we a pair
In a deadly affair it's fair to say we need repairing
We dived head first when we know we need to learn
Each other's ways personalities and traits
Foundation not found that's why relationships break
We skipped foreplay we both eager for the games
My spirit said no no my flesh said go
A couple weeks down line I'm like I really don't know
Because I dont really know you I just know
How loud you moan
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Life is what you make it Ray charles to the haters
Stevie wondering in the basement chopping keys up for trading
Ami to the brain to erase what kept me basic
Life's a big orgy every now and then your
Climax is nuts lasting seconds then its done
Yah protect me from the people who I love but they don't love
Me back pretending lying evil little tramps
Mandem trying be your bredrin because they know your gonna buss
Infatuation and lust mistaken for love
When relationships sink you best know how to swim
You see a man's face but what's really in his heart ah
Should I quit my job and chase my dreams with both arms ah
Splurging like I get it to impress her I spend profit
I should be helping marge instead I minaj
A white barbie I'm ken still living in ends
A few made it with the pen and some ended up in pen
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
Bought me a whip
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Bought me a whip
Packed all my things
Skrring my way out the dunya
Because man wanna take me for Kunta
Because man wants to take me for Kunta
Do you do it for the culture or is it solely for the mula
Is it passion or does your ego feel fed when they applaud
The gang needed assistance he conformed for the cause
Entangled with a broad that's his baby mothers bredrin
Regardless he stepped in there's no value on his wedding ring
Loyalties rare since social media appeared
Options on options at my phone screen I stare
She slid in my DM's last week now we a pair
In a deadly affair it's fair to say we need repairing
We dived head first when we know we need to learn
Each other's ways personalities and traits
Foundation not found that's why relationships break
We skipped foreplay we both eager for the games
My spirit said no no my flesh said go
A couple weeks down line I'm like I really don't know
Because I dont really know you I just know
How loud you moan
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
I got some scars I hide from you
Lately been healing from my wounds
I should express myself to you
But sometimes its hard to change my mood
Writer: George Nash
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid