paroles de chanson Myself (60s) - Devy Shh

And I'm wrong if I side with myself

Devy, pick up the phone

It's that time of the year
Now Ion got no fear
I'm just smoking on this loud and praying to God I hope he hear
Is she really mine?
Do she really care?
Am I wasting time being in her ear?
I can't even lie, I might slip up and stare
Cause the love that I got for this bitch kinda rare
Try to take, get sent to the air
Okay, so slide if you dare
We don't play that shit over here
Two 30s, it came in a pair
Bad bitch, pussy, bald like nair
When I hit it, I'm in it like
When I hit it, I'm in it like, yeah
When I'm done, gotta get outta there
You can't hoe me, I know if you real
On my doley, my heart made of steel
Sometimes I don't know how to feel
But I'm praying for brody, I'm hoping he heal
Taking it slowly, tryna get me a deal
'Member I was low and I needed the pills
That shit really kills
And I'm wrong if I side with myself