paroles de chanson Missed Calls - EARTHGANG

Girl I ain't no star I just ain't from round here
my pilot told me i'll go far if i stay from round here
hell im so good at missing calls bitch i'm perfect this year
and i suggest you trace your scars if you get lost my dear
nigga i can't tell if i'm dreaming
lord forgive me if i think i'm in charge
but the snakes in the grass are starting to get smart
and the snake in my pants is starting to get hard
and i'm fucking everything with two legs and a heart
and some ass and some titties and an atm card
---- from my ---- and i lust for my scars
and this broke nigga dick guarantee i won't starve
well i suppose that you suppose using hoes is getting old
and you oppose that maybe i should grown on up and iron clothes
and find some hope find some work and write in cursive
been a flirter since my birth they wrapped me up so i ain't fuck the nurse
too numb to react when you struck a nerve
so i hits the bitch in a circle jerk
with me myself and my penis semen
canine teeth got me feline feenin
hold up rewind nigga --- he like a bald eagle cheefin
i ain't even breathin
i'm a motherfucking ghost you can tell cus i flow
and i lose my head without even bleeding
fuck what a motherfucker thought that they knew about us
we got the juice and we keep on squeezing
like drip drip drip drip drip
hold up me cup me take a sip
hold up me pinky me think me rich
me being foolish me no pay rent
me look at roomies all of em pissed
eviction notice taped to the fridge
thank the most high me no got kids
they would be cannibals eating your kids
(I told her)
Girl I ain't no star I just ain't from round here
my pilot told me i'll go far if i stay from round here
(you see me in that bentley don't start to acting friendly)
hell im so good at missing calls bitch i'm perfect this year
(when the room's spinning and the who's who's in it)
and i suggest you trace your scars if you get lost my dear
(aye you ain't on the list now the a list enlisted)
i done had all night to think about this
i done had all life to think about this
get a plate with strife and too South for shit
let me click my heels and toss on them grits
let a nigga hold five til my grinder click
i done had all life to think about this
all yall judging handful of pricks
i done passed out twice and i ain't been hit
shit i might be blessed let me write this script
never gave this right i really don't need an apartment
line like who fried the fish
who brought the lobes and who had got keys
let me get that little piece together
gotta go gotta go gotta leave you better
grew up where the leaves are wetter
and i hope and i pray when you read this letter
that the seeds don't catch up to your knees already
cus all my dogs good
they running they running don't run out the clock
they living in a false hood for damn way too long man check out the stock
but that's cool yall can keep on sipping out this joint since 62
and imma sit outside that shit just like the old dudes
said imma sit outside that shit just like Kukoc do
and watch you jump who owe who to satisfy your sudoku
said baby girl i ain't no star I just ain't from round here
(white walls and wood floors)
my pilot told me i'll go far if I stay from round here
(you, you see me at the bar don't, don't go to hollerin about no shots)
hell i'm so good at missing calls bitch i'm perfect this year
(don't fuck with me)
and I suggest you trace your scars if you get lost my dear
(one check out the window, people watching, slow up)