Songtexte Queen - Prince Joseph

I never had the heart to call back
I didn't wanna do you like that
Stupid people in my phone
Talk to me like they owed some

I don't be fucking with passport
I don't be fucking with IDs
Maybe a should could be thrown in
Maybe a shit could be given
Maybe the car should be tinted
A lot of what-ifs can be hurting
Mind of a parasite lurking, wait till the fan on
Blowing ideas fill the air with a blessing
Studio time is not needed I'm testing
Thinking that fucking will get her a Tesla
There is no interest from me to these women
Starting to call the whole cat thing in question

What are you talking about
Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me now

I never had the heart to call back
I didn't wanna do you like that
Stupid people in my phone
Talk to me like they owed some

Take it to the bank
Write a little check
Hundred buck score going straight to my head
Fuck sleep, I'll partake when my cup full
I don't plan on leaving even if OJ had knife pulled
Cyclone
Running around till my mama throw fit
Running around till I get a nice fit
Running around till my sister can see
Knowing that kings can be servants, she burnt out on last, but fuck what he did
You a queen with gold in your chest
You a queen not a pawn so check
Men don't make a girl wet, pornography sentiment
If it's a race then girl he got set
Strap in like the best you can
Ooo I got a niece
If somebody touch her then they will know peace
I can start wars with passion inside
I cannot call back cause I have a plan
I have been use to not giving a damn

I haven't been known to let it slide
I have been known to let it cry
I have been known to let it fly
I have been known to wear my heart
Creasing the sleeve, blood on my wrist
Dripping like Jesus not rappers I hope
Money is power damn I don't want it
Turing to dust when you look back and flaunt it
I want my components to be just a poet
Hoping you cry at the end of the poem
Hoping my family see how I grown
Hoping my questions get answered with answers
Hoping that all of these women have homes
Barefoot in middle of storms
My mom never wore a bikini and she still hates the way that she looks

So how will you stay with me
Knowing that I am the disease
Oh, my God, thank you again for staying with me

So how will you stay with me
Knowing that I am the disease
Oh, my God, thank you again for staying with me

So how will you stay with me
Knowing that I am the disease
Oh, my God, thank you again for staying with me