Your yard, full of pieces of lard
While she blame mesecrets in tha dark
Feeling, of appealing
Or the chick leaving
So if you wanna leave
Top of my pile of bodies
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
And how it feels to feel that feeling
Tryin' do right by you got me here
Using blacks of course was of wide appeal
Because of my constant fear of being betrayed
They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate
It ain't nothing though
Return of the king of flow
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
You looking for tools to write and share lyrics online?
You're in luck! Get started using RapPad >