paroles de chanson Gregory (feat. Choof) - AnthonyxJohn

Yeah
Uh
So go on with the narrative bae
Mixed breed but that area's grey
White lies can't scare me away
So when you come around try and look me square in the face yeah
Fake dealers getting carried away
So what they say really carries no weight yeah
Bitches with balls like MarandaRaae
Bitch you my son, should wear a Grizzlies jersey baring my name
I swear I'm sorry for the mix up
I'm name dropping like tramp stamps in a strip club
Gotta' screen these girls like playing pick up
'Cause momma said boy you really know how to pick em
I know dudes who got all the hate pent up
But be like Auschwitz, gassing him up
Who got a lot of hands in the pot like the tip cup
Turning upside down to get rid of me like the hiccups
I picked up some people who ain't living too right that I know shoulda' left for dead
Who rather get some head 'fore they get ahead
Congrats, you took that hoe from me and you spent some bread
That's like being an honors student in special ed
That's like run and tell Mary to make some deviled eggs
And telling a Jack in a Box to keep a level head
I pop an addy, god judging, gotta' repent to him
Why do you think they call that shit fuckin' met a sin
Yeah I'm neurotic, narcotics is in body, I promise and I'm excited about it
So if you Sonic with the rings, shotty not bitch, you not it
Fuck a bitch, I ain't proud when I'm in it, I'm proud when I'm out it
Look at your lil' thot ass knowing it all
I'm closing me off. Actually fuck it, open the vault
I'm dead inside like drive-by's so go let it off
But lil' bitch you don't know me from a hole in the wall

I'm twisted 'cause one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry ooh
I'm twisted 'cause one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry

So go on with the narrative bae
Mixed breed but that area's grey
White lies can't scare me away
So when you come around try and look me square in the face
And let me tell you what she said to me
She said she need to find a better me
Better start looking at my family tree
And better go and find Gregory

Yeah It's probably facts, I'm a Copy cat
I'm a poor man's you, no denying that
And it's so subconscious, ain't even trying that
It's like an unknown number 'cause I can't dial back
But when I'm off the Bacardi
Talking decapitation, tried to off the top like the Hardy's
I still remember at my birthday party, you tried to change how I saw me
To see my worth, convince me just like Lombardi
But I can't live up to you and shit
Got me suicide talking, I'm just human shit
But at the table drunk, you gave me the knife and said "Go ahead homie, go do that shit"
You knew that shit, I wasn't gonna' do that shit
'Cause I lost myself like solitaire over a bitch
And the pain wanted to switch to a slit to the wrist
When all that lil' bitch had to fuckin' do is exist, she told me
Tell me why that I should stay in this relationship
When I'm hurting baby, I ain't happy baby
Plus there's your insecurities I got to deal with
I think that you should let it burn
So for you girl I just politic
But it's nothing but a pile of tics
And my bitching at you's just itching at you, your ex terminated, I been dying since
She got the college in and got collegian just like Kylie Jen so I drink bottled Jin
Until I'm shitfaced but bitch wait, get Gregory for a better me
You better go find him just like Waldo bitch

I'm twisted 'cause one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry ooh
I'm twisted 'cause one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry

So go on with the narrative bae
Mixed breed but that area's grey
I'm very popping like the cherry on a Mary's first date
So bury my face and berry's in my burial place
Don't hate you, even all the shit you said to me
'Cause Greg Koss is the only one who's dad to me
And if you find a better me allegedly
You better incredibly discredit me if you ain't find Gregory

Facts
Or should I say
TrUeStOrY