Next Time by Lil Mar Mar
• Written by SpawnNation
Packing them bags
Next to them old rags
Stacking them racks
Rolling the streets
Joining them meets
All my friends leaving me
Day after day,
Staying with May
Hoping that one day I will
get pay
Life be like a puzzle
Unbelievable, its so original
But losing a piece,
Losing a beat out in the streets
Luis?
Can I have something to eat?
My friends are leaving me
No one on the Wii
No one here can't you see...
Out here getting their degree
While I'm here a nominee
Waiting for my first Emmy
Finding a Rival
But he be dripping with Ladies
They calling him Daddy on Saint Patty
Looks at me
Giving me pennies
You want a Life?
Get a Wife, prioritize
Low can I get
I must be dead
Instead I'm in my bed
Must've misread, Taking the med
They want me in Bed
Here come my friends
Saying his goodbyes
I'm flying towards the skies
I see the sunrise
I guess it's my time
See you next time
Lil Mar Mar is running out of time yo.
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SpawnNation
Member since March 31 2021