paroles de chanson Queerbait - Cobi Baby

Dirty dishes, just mind your business
Go catch a titty bitch I'm busy
Being the realest and getting pretty
Grab the Kodak she off her Prozac
They hate to see it
I got reefer, all in my lungs
Cough like a demon
Get to school, miss half of class
Give dap to goon, feel like a fool
Just need to pass
I text my dad we need to move
'Cuz this is ass
He said that's cool you on your own
Ok let's go
Get on the road
I fell in love with my best friend
While dating my roommates girlfriend
He says that he always knew it
So why did he act so clueless
Have I always been this stupid
Feel like that my rubric
Dating straights I start to hate
Myself, I need a new trick
Keep my anger contained
They throwing some dirt on my name
And I could not see through the shame
And I got my ego to blame
Could not give a fuck bout the pain
Just wish you would call me your baby
But I got manners from Hades
My holy ghost a Mercedes, yea yea

My momma was the Xan' plug
Cigarettes and handguns
Rolling down the window
Just to throw a little tantrum
Really I got no love
Hoodies in the summertime
Temple I'ma glow up
With this little light of mine

My momma was the Xan' plug
Cigarettes and handguns
Rolling down the window
Just to throw a little tantrum
Really I got no love
Hoodies in the summertime
Temple I'ma glow up
With this little light of mine

When I get on
I'll make a promise I can finally keep
Said I'd call you back in about a week
Why cry about a thief
My love was stolen free
Maybe I'm lying to myself
But I ain't sucka free
My nigga got a banana man
He spray for me
I ask him not to, this the suburbs
Way too much police
I can't decide between
This substance or this currency
All I know is that
This white girl is too much for me, woah
These days
I'm known as the 806 Mufasa
It's evident the scripture knows
That I'm the one that taught ya
Used to be the nigga
That might pull up and just bop ya
Pop a tram a trampoline
This shit is for my posture
This ain't no addiction
No I don't need no coffin
I'm just in and out of habits
So I'm not myself too often
Too many regrets, I got 'em
Too many new problems
But if you making them yourself
They ain't got it, got to solve 'em

My momma was the Xan' plug
Cigarettes and handguns
Rolling down the window
Just to throw a little tantrum
Really I got no love
Hoodies in the summertime
Temple I'ma glow up
With this little light of mine

My momma was the Xan' plug
Cigarettes and handguns
Rolling down the window
Just to throw a little tantrum
Really I got no love
Hoodies in the summertime
Temple I'ma glow up
With this little light of mine