Phoenixinredd - no hook Lyrics

Lyrics no hook - Phoenixinredd




Yeah
I was all alone, and I made it back
Motherfuckers wanna talk shit automatic like they got E-ZPass
Isolated in the worst way
I was hurt, prayed that I'd leave the past
I remember back then they were all laughing
Fuck it, I needed rap
Last December when you cursed me it encouraged me
Yeah, I needed that
You were toxic, and I purged you from my system
Thank God I left your ass (Thank God)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Just woke up with a bad bitch, wish you could see this shit, you would hate that, yeah
San Pellegrino on the nightstand next to the condoms that I never really need, God damn
You told me I should KMS, that's PMS in the flesh, God damn
You told me you'd I'd be my best if I went and left, you showed your hand, damn
I was so fly caught jet lag
Bought a new eighth, that's a test pack
I was so fly, had a jet pack
Kill a beat, studio a deathcamp
And my girl bi, we should test that
Bring a third in like a bronze medal
Woke up, saw demons, went back to dreaming and I think God sent em'
Yeah
Word to a higher power, it's up
I feel empowered hitting my blunt
Your man a coward, puts on a front
You all cap, put on a dunce
Put me in the Hall of Fame, I'm too real
I hit the back of her off a pill
Now her eyes roll like a wheel, damn
I don't like feeling used (Nah)
I'm new and improved (Okay)
She like boys who smoke (She do)
I like girls in twos
I like my bills and Bonnies blue
Like her in heels and Converse shoes
I like when she give me top in the booth
Keep all of those lines you do in the zoo, damn
I need you like a hole in the head
Heart gone, there's a hole in my chest
When he press me, see a whole lotta red
When she stressing, see a whole lotta meds
Curl her toes, had a whole lotta sex
Had to teach a lil hoe how to flex
Needing favors, now you know that I'm vexed
Rolling papers and a bowl by her bed
Fuck
My head and my bed overcrowded
Her nose getting red off the powder
That hoe really said I'm a downer, okay
There's meds getting spread on the counter
She make a bad point, and I counter
I'm fed up, I dread this encounter
Those thoughts go away when I pound her
She peddle these lies, it's astounding
Regretting decisions by thousands
The kettle gets hot, I'm deep in the box, my name's heard in neighboring houses
Don't look
Off that bud, vision out of focus
And the thoughts I have could make me rich
So I write em' down in my notebook
I need no hook



Writer(s): Dashiell Cantor


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