Swear to god
Tell me what, keep it real with me, ho
I can't lie, wanted it to be you though
We both fly, and you got hoes too, i know
And don't think that this shit your fault, woah
'Bout this shit that i say bout my self in these songs, if you care at all
I keep on torturing myself with the blade, oh lord
But i don't want you to pity me, ho, its okay, yeah
And i put this shit under a fake name so you can't hear, yeah
And I know shit been tough for you, girl, keep your head up
I don't even want more bread, girl, i'm fed up
We crossed paths today, you ain't even said nun
Next nigga get more than a fade, if he try to test something on you
Lets get cash today, spend it on us, canes for your food
Crazy shit, aye, I'll go drop a check on you
Make shit clear ho, we having rich sex, woah
And i know it's my fault, i ain't hit you back
But i don't regret a thing, yeah
I had to take a page out of your book
You let that ego get to your brain, head shook
Twin let that choppa sing like Kesha
Twin let that choppa sing like Sade
Is it a crime that i want you to want me
Im high as hell at night, walking zombie
I knew some days before, where it was going
You telling me shit in the car, i'm already knowing
Recording this shit right now, my throat closing
You thought i hit you up out the blue
You don't even know how long I had you chosen
I ignore every single ho for you
I don't even want no hoes to tell the truth
You don't even know how many songs 'bout you
You hate the fact that i don't talk about feelings
I use this as a diary kinda, boo
Know when i say it after i'm still gon' feel it
I tell my problems to the mic, not to you
These hoes gon' twist they stories and make me the villain
So many messages I ain't send to you
Know I cut ties first, still missing you
And i know that was the right thing to do
If you really feeling me, text me, come right through
Come put your pride aside, its up to u
We already know that you sexy, thats right, boo
You got a right to be happy, thats my right too
And it hurt me deep, cause the album was just for you
But i don't know how you gon' feel about all i said
I don't want you to let it boost your ego, gas up your head
I wanna buy you Gucci sandals and lay in bed
I just pray you kept the candle and let it burn
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Swear to god
Tell me what, keep it real with me, ho
I can't lie, wanted it to be you though
We both fly, and you got hoes too, i know
And don't think that this shit your fault, woah
'Bout this shit that i say bout my self in these songs, if you care at all
I keep on torturing myself with the blade, oh lord
But i don't want you to pity me, ho, its okay, yeah
And i put this shit under a fake name so you can't hear, yeah
And I know shit been tough for you, girl, keep your head up
I don't even want more bread, girl, i'm fed up
We crossed paths today, you ain't even said nun
Next nigga get more than a fade, if he try to test something on you
Lets get cash today, spend it on us, canes for your food
Crazy shit, aye, I'll go drop a check on you
Make shit clear ho, we having rich sex, woah
And i know it's my fault, i ain't hit you back
But i don't regret a thing, yeah
I had to take a page out of your book
You let that ego get to your brain, head shook
Twin let that choppa sing like Kesha
Twin let that choppa sing like Sade
Is it a crime that i want you to want me
Im high as hell at night, walking zombie
I knew some days before, where it was going
You telling me shit in the car, i'm already knowing
Recording this shit right now, my throat closing
You thought i hit you up out the blue
You don't even know how long I had you chosen
I ignore every single ho for you
I don't even want no hoes to tell the truth
You don't even know how many songs 'bout you
You hate the fact that i don't talk about feelings
I use this as a diary kinda, boo
Know when i say it after i'm still gon' feel it
I tell my problems to the mic, not to you
These hoes gon' twist they stories and make me the villain
So many messages I ain't send to you
Know I cut ties first, still missing you
And i know that was the right thing to do
If you really feeling me, text me, come right through
Come put your pride aside, its up to u
We already know that you sexy, thats right, boo
You got a right to be happy, thats my right too
And it hurt me deep, cause the album was just for you
But i don't know how you gon' feel about all i said
I don't want you to let it boost your ego, gas up your head
I wanna buy you Gucci sandals and lay in bed
I just pray you kept the candle and let it burn
Tell me what, keep it real with me, ho
I can't lie, wanted it to be you though
We both fly, and you got hoes too, i know
And don't think that this shit your fault, woah
'Bout this shit that i say bout my self in these songs, if you care at all
I keep on torturing myself with the blade, oh lord
But i don't want you to pity me, ho, its okay, yeah
And i put this shit under a fake name so you can't hear, yeah
And I know shit been tough for you, girl, keep your head up
I don't even want more bread, girl, i'm fed up
We crossed paths today, you ain't even said nun
Next nigga get more than a fade, if he try to test something on you
Lets get cash today, spend it on us, canes for your food
Crazy shit, aye, I'll go drop a check on you
Make shit clear ho, we having rich sex, woah
And i know it's my fault, i ain't hit you back
But i don't regret a thing, yeah
I had to take a page out of your book
You let that ego get to your brain, head shook
Twin let that choppa sing like Kesha
Twin let that choppa sing like Sade
Is it a crime that i want you to want me
Im high as hell at night, walking zombie
I knew some days before, where it was going
You telling me shit in the car, i'm already knowing
Recording this shit right now, my throat closing
You thought i hit you up out the blue
You don't even know how long I had you chosen
I ignore every single ho for you
I don't even want no hoes to tell the truth
You don't even know how many songs 'bout you
You hate the fact that i don't talk about feelings
I use this as a diary kinda, boo
Know when i say it after i'm still gon' feel it
I tell my problems to the mic, not to you
These hoes gon' twist they stories and make me the villain
So many messages I ain't send to you
Know I cut ties first, still missing you
And i know that was the right thing to do
If you really feeling me, text me, come right through
Come put your pride aside, its up to u
We already know that you sexy, thats right, boo
You got a right to be happy, thats my right too
And it hurt me deep, cause the album was just for you
But i don't know how you gon' feel about all i said
I don't want you to let it boost your ego, gas up your head
I wanna buy you Gucci sandals and lay in bed
I just pray you kept the candle and let it burn
Writer: Marcellus R
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