paroles de chanson Eye - AngelOh!

It's getting harder but I'm tryna get the fuck up out this hell
Pull out the choppa hit his toppa and I wish my demons well
I love my father, and my momma and my sister you can tell
But to be honest I'm a goner, sometimes I don't know how to feel
This shit get tricky with my feelings cop balencis to dismiss it
It get icky vicky, so I skip it, pop a pillie
She said give me gimmick, if you with it then I'm with it
Can't get too explicit cuz I think my momma listen

I walk in the mall and I cop it, dress up in designer all over my pocket
I don't got soul I done lost it, that will to live that you have I do not got it
That's why I just switch up the topic
And try to be there for you I'm being honest
It feels like my only option, other than that I'm juss chasing a profit
I got demons and angels all up on my shoulder
Can't hear none of 'em, ever since I done woke up
Feel like one player games and I got the controller
I know this my world therefore I am the owner
I feel like a misfit, or I'm on a mission
I gotta put the keys in the ignition
I gotta take off just for you to listen
I gotta get myself a couple million

She like that sticky icky when we quickie
Stick on me just like a hickey
It get tricky tricky tryna fuck up my whole image
See my spirit clearly 4K fight, like if it's a scrimmage
Ain't so scrimmage ain't no gimmick fuck around you'll be a victim
Don't need a coupe blow the brains out the roof
Shorty drop drop top, make him run like duck duck goose
Wanna be so iced out ask her where my super suit
Got me hen for right now sipping with the orange juice
Walking to the corner store or maybe bag a 4 for 4
I only got a 5 so me and my dawg split it just like a whore
When I'm done bitch hit the door
I keep dripping, mop the floor
She be working for the dick just like if it's a fucking chore

It's getting harder but I'm tryna get the fuck up out this hell
Pull out the choppa hit his toppa and I wish my demons well
I love my father, and my momma and my sister you can tell
But to be honest I'm a goner, sometimes I don't know how to feel
This shit get tricky with my feelings cop balencis to dismiss it
It get icky vicky, so I skip it, pop a pillie
She said give me gimmick, if you with it then I'm with it
Can't get too explicit cuz I think my momma listen