Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments
Your family, your friends,
Sethered your spine, your movement lines
Stuntin' in some other jordan nines
Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her
Leave your running to your mamma,
Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre
Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let
To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did
Sky high, iced out paradise
Fuck your prison, fuck your life
They bringing me fish and chips
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
The ice ain't really nothing to her
Your on fire.. your on fire
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 >