Nothin' to regret
Love n hate relationship with substances I test
Hit the plug when I got paid I gave a f*ck about a check
Yea it's nothin to get laid but I would love to get some neck
Nothin' you could say, nothin' you could bet
Money on the way, sun was shinin' on the set
And if my mother got a say then I'm dying in a dress shirt
Better get the headphones and the diamonds out the dresser
Praying to the heavens in the sky, you better stretch first
Days I didn't wanna be alive but now I'm better
And I think I might just play this right if I don't sweat her
Antiquated lives we live and die I'm diving headfirst
Dying for the light but you should try and hold your head first
It takes a long time to feel a lil better
I think this the wrong time for you to give a lecture
I could make the song die, go and get a stretcher
I could make the Psalms cry, Millie taught me better
Colder in the snow than them nights out in the desert
Ten freaky hoes it was like that movie Heathers
Pimpin' in my prose wrote a symphony of letters
Litany of words that don't mean shit when they together
Sentences that tore me from the family I gathered
Meant for me I pour it I'm sin and spin it backwards
At the counter Imma pour it if the bar ain't got no backer
Tensions when u tendin' me I'm tempted to peddle backwards
I act senseless with my enemies like I don't know they cappin
Or they don't know I'm rapping
Better than they have since we was transferrin' at Jackson
Better than my friends too
Everything I get I'm finna try and share with them too
Judy boy you him
Ju you know you him too
Problem with a pen, found solace in the pen too
Know a lotta niggas not a one could do what him do
Heard a lot of sermons not a one could do hymns do
Let me be your servant you determine how my limbs move
Let me be your servant you determine how my limbs move
Say he a problem onna beat dog
Keep It Thoro Imma prod a b like Sleepwalk
Probably a prodigy I'm bodyin' these beats dog
Probably need a bottle we could party with the people
Heart is the full, the mob is deep it started at steeple
Oughta be a odyssey if God could reach the people
I ain't saying what I got to be I'm sayin' what I need to
Prayin' for a lot people I ain't even need to
I got her and him and I got him and her and me too
Swimsuit edition
Swimsuit edition what we went thru was different
Tints off Division no room for you to get in
Nothin' to regret
Love n hate relationship with substances I test
Hit the plug when I got paid I gave a f*ck about a check
Yea it's nothin to get laid but I would love to get some neck
Nothin' you could say, nothin' you could bet
Money on the way, sun was shinin' on the set
And if my mother got a say then I'm dying in a dress shirt
Judy - LOVE N HATE RELATIONSHIP Lyrics
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Nothin' to regret
Love n hate relationship with substances I test
Hit the plug when I got paid I gave a f*ck about a check
Yea it's nothin to get laid but I would love to get some neck
Nothin' you could say, nothin' you could bet
Money on the way, sun was shinin' on the set
And if my mother got a say then I'm dying in a dress shirt
Better get the headphones and the diamonds out the dresser
Praying to the heavens in the sky, you better stretch first
Days I didn't wanna be alive but now I'm better
And I think I might just play this right if I don't sweat her
Antiquated lives we live and die I'm diving headfirst
Dying for the light but you should try and hold your head first
It takes a long time to feel a lil better
I think this the wrong time for you to give a lecture
I could make the song die, go and get a stretcher
I could make the Psalms cry, Millie taught me better
Colder in the snow than them nights out in the desert
Ten freaky hoes it was like that movie Heathers
Pimpin' in my prose wrote a symphony of letters
Litany of words that don't mean shit when they together
Sentences that tore me from the family I gathered
Meant for me I pour it I'm sin and spin it backwards
At the counter Imma pour it if the bar ain't got no backer
Tensions when u tendin' me I'm tempted to peddle backwards
I act senseless with my enemies like I don't know they cappin
Or they don't know I'm rapping
Better than they have since we was transferrin' at Jackson
Better than my friends too
Everything I get I'm finna try and share with them too
Judy boy you him
Ju you know you him too
Problem with a pen, found solace in the pen too
Know a lotta niggas not a one could do what him do
Heard a lot of sermons not a one could do hymns do
Let me be your servant you determine how my limbs move
Let me be your servant you determine how my limbs move
Say he a problem onna beat dog
Keep It Thoro Imma prod a b like Sleepwalk
Probably a prodigy I'm bodyin' these beats dog
Probably need a bottle we could party with the people
Heart is the full, the mob is deep it started at steeple
Oughta be a odyssey if God could reach the people
I ain't saying what I got to be I'm sayin' what I need to
Prayin' for a lot people I ain't even need to
I got her and him and I got him and her and me too
Swimsuit edition
Swimsuit edition what we went thru was different
Tints off Division no room for you to get in
Nothin' to regret
Love n hate relationship with substances I test
Hit the plug when I got paid I gave a f*ck about a check
Yea it's nothin to get laid but I would love to get some neck
Nothin' you could say, nothin' you could bet
Money on the way, sun was shinin' on the set
And if my mother got a say then I'm dying in a dress shirt
Love n hate relationship with substances I test
Hit the plug when I got paid I gave a f*ck about a check
Yea it's nothin to get laid but I would love to get some neck
Nothin' you could say, nothin' you could bet
Money on the way, sun was shinin' on the set
And if my mother got a say then I'm dying in a dress shirt
Better get the headphones and the diamonds out the dresser
Praying to the heavens in the sky, you better stretch first
Days I didn't wanna be alive but now I'm better
And I think I might just play this right if I don't sweat her
Antiquated lives we live and die I'm diving headfirst
Dying for the light but you should try and hold your head first
It takes a long time to feel a lil better
I think this the wrong time for you to give a lecture
I could make the song die, go and get a stretcher
I could make the Psalms cry, Millie taught me better
Colder in the snow than them nights out in the desert
Ten freaky hoes it was like that movie Heathers
Pimpin' in my prose wrote a symphony of letters
Litany of words that don't mean shit when they together
Sentences that tore me from the family I gathered
Meant for me I pour it I'm sin and spin it backwards
At the counter Imma pour it if the bar ain't got no backer
Tensions when u tendin' me I'm tempted to peddle backwards
I act senseless with my enemies like I don't know they cappin
Or they don't know I'm rapping
Better than they have since we was transferrin' at Jackson
Better than my friends too
Everything I get I'm finna try and share with them too
Judy boy you him
Ju you know you him too
Problem with a pen, found solace in the pen too
Know a lotta niggas not a one could do what him do
Heard a lot of sermons not a one could do hymns do
Let me be your servant you determine how my limbs move
Let me be your servant you determine how my limbs move
Say he a problem onna beat dog
Keep It Thoro Imma prod a b like Sleepwalk
Probably a prodigy I'm bodyin' these beats dog
Probably need a bottle we could party with the people
Heart is the full, the mob is deep it started at steeple
Oughta be a odyssey if God could reach the people
I ain't saying what I got to be I'm sayin' what I need to
Prayin' for a lot people I ain't even need to
I got her and him and I got him and her and me too
Swimsuit edition
Swimsuit edition what we went thru was different
Tints off Division no room for you to get in
Nothin' to regret
Love n hate relationship with substances I test
Hit the plug when I got paid I gave a f*ck about a check
Yea it's nothin to get laid but I would love to get some neck
Nothin' you could say, nothin' you could bet
Money on the way, sun was shinin' on the set
And if my mother got a say then I'm dying in a dress shirt
Writer: Julian Lopez
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