Deyt - Pardon Me (Freestyle) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Pardon Me (Freestyle) - Deyt



Self medicated
I tried the doctor but proper healing is spirit
I get levitated
I tried to stop it but problems just keep me on em
I promise that i would never fake it
And i get hella wasted
No grand theft auto
Full throttle with bottles and im hollow inside this whip I'm racing
Your like the gift i hated
In the trash or in the closet fuck the gift replacement
I sink relationships
In the ocean of emotions i be playing with
Her lips they baby sit
It never make her sick
I be coasting like im Florida
Hurricane with her brain and shit
I sank and swim
And them bitches hang like jibbs chain
But they never see the picture in the big frame
Oh no
I let another one go
But thry always come back
Cause they always want more
Encore encore deja vu
I done seen it all before and it ain't nothing new
Life is like motion picture
Gotta pay for the view
All the moments slip away
Like a blanket for 2
You niggas craisins
Amazing that
Im watching you dry
Watchin you lie7
Cooking niggas watching you fry
Look in my eyes
See thru the guise
For truth and lies
And you will find
Just who decides
The who am I's
And i can get it on my own
If i get tired of living
Then ill take two to the dome
If call it quits then i deserve the home
Of the demons doomed to walk the world alone
And im self educated
I demonstrated the actual skill of rythym
My actions are instrumental
But they forever hating
And if i make it
Im passin up on em like a street racer
These niggas pacing they lucky i didnt hit em
They say i im trippin
Two tabs of acid i blasted off in to space
Now im ashin all in your face
Ans laughing at the mistake
Hope my sadness forever fades
I found happiness in a chain
Only lasted me just a day
How my gravity slip away
I imagine this everyday
Im a bastard in every way
But i make classics
You replicate
Couldn't fathom the recipe
This aint battling
Im outlasting the enemy
Niggas sick
And you couldnt pass me the remedy
Im like heavy weight
Falling hard if i fake
So i join mma
Smoking mad loud weed
Have to meditate
Im the cash cow king
Always selling steak
But these niggas want beef
Let it marinate
I threw my cares away
And i could never a be a parent
Like im hard to see
I left the kids on your lips miss pardon me



Writer(s): Deyaun Trueblood


Deyt - The Spaceman Continuum
Album The Spaceman Continuum
date de sortie
19-07-2018




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