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Lullaby (feat. Benzo Berea) Video (MV)




Performed By: Dayy
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: CAMERON, JOHN CAMERON




Dayy - Lullaby (feat. Benzo Berea) Lyrics
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Nobody cares about me
Even if they do, I don't give a f*ck about em
I got problems in my head and we can talk about em
You can cut somebody off but can you live without em
Thought my dad was coming home, he was out every night
I cracked the seal and poured up, and that's a dirty Sprite
I never bought a 22, I'd rather 45
Thinking back to childhood, I had some good times
My sister singing me to sleep just like a lullaby
Cops were knocking at the door, asked me to testify
Manifest what I did and my dreams will never die
Told me take the top off the coupe and I see the sky
She was doing things that hurt herself, and please the guy
Yeah, la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
Da-da-da
Nobody cared about me
Even when they did, I didn't talk about em
I grew up too fast, don't wanna talk about it
Friendships never last, don't give a f*ck about em
Ooh, yeah
I remember waking up in suburbs
Waking up, no feelings, they were submerged
Mama never came, we never come first, oh
Everyone's a cousin, we all family
Till we got robbed by our family
Stepmom throwing shade, she couldn't stand me, no
Roll it up, smoke it up, baby, tell me that you love me
I have abandonment issues, you cannot hold me down
Yeah
Nobody cares about me
Even if they do, I don't give a f*ck about em
I got problems in my head and we can talk about em
You can cut some money off, but can you live without em
Thought my dad was coming home, he was out every night
I cracked the seal and poured up, and that's a dirty Sprite
I never bought a 22, I'd rather 45
Thinking back to childhood, I had some good times
My sister singing me to sleep, it's like a lullaby
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
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Nobody cares about me
Even if they do, I don't give a f*ck about em
I got problems in my head and we can talk about em
You can cut somebody off but can you live without em
Thought my dad was coming home, he was out every night
I cracked the seal and poured up, and that's a dirty Sprite
I never bought a 22, I'd rather 45
Thinking back to childhood, I had some good times
My sister singing me to sleep just like a lullaby
Cops were knocking at the door, asked me to testify
Manifest what I did and my dreams will never die
Told me take the top off the coupe and I see the sky
She was doing things that hurt herself, and please the guy
Yeah, la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
La-la-la-la-la-la-la (It's a Lullaby)
Da-da-da
Nobody cared about me
Even when they did, I didn't talk about em
I grew up too fast, don't wanna talk about it
Friendships never last, don't give a f*ck about em
Ooh, yeah
I remember waking up in suburbs
Waking up, no feelings, they were submerged
Mama never came, we never come first, oh
Everyone's a cousin, we all family
Till we got robbed by our family
Stepmom throwing shade, she couldn't stand me, no
Roll it up, smoke it up, baby, tell me that you love me
I have abandonment issues, you cannot hold me down
Yeah
Nobody cares about me
Even if they do, I don't give a f*ck about em
I got problems in my head and we can talk about em
You can cut some money off, but can you live without em
Thought my dad was coming home, he was out every night
I cracked the seal and poured up, and that's a dirty Sprite
I never bought a 22, I'd rather 45
Thinking back to childhood, I had some good times
My sister singing me to sleep, it's like a lullaby
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do
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Writer: CAMERON, JOHN CAMERON
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