paroles de chanson Pouring - John River

Aye shorty hit my line, said holla if you need some head
Pull up to her crib, fuck her pussy and I leave it red
Part of me says stay, other part says niggas leave the bed
A text the next day: You didn't stay? I just leave it read
Fuck it gotta focus though niggas broke and need the bread
Niggas beat their dicks and beat their hoes I'm trying to beat the spread
A nigga bout to blow? Oh, thought it would be me instead
But you know, that's a thought that'd never leave my head
So fake congratulations are in order in my nigga
You'll be the man 'til the day I start recording my nigga
Shorty thought that I was a lame, cause I didn't wear a chain
Now they trying to give me brains, you know that saying when it rains
Well, it's pouring my nigga, and you was snoring my nigga
Its sounding like you missed the plane when I was boarding my nigga
Back home getting cuddy and ignoring my niggas
As she tells me that she loves me but fucked four of my niggas

Welcome to The Academy, nigga

Don't wait up for your father baby girl cause that'll kill ya
Says your Aunt Jay but she ain't really your familia
You don't talk to uncle cause your uncle tried to feel ya
And ya boyfriend beat you like ya poppa did cause it's familiar
I feel ya, your brother still in jail cause he's a dealer
Your girlfriends say that your bitchy cause they never see the real ya
Your sister is lesbian, the church say they gon' heal her
Now those the types of scars you couldn't cover with concealer
No wonder when I see her in the club she got make up on
Two strip club offers, course you had to take up one
Working for two hours and of course I had to take up one
My extra forty dollars kinda forcing you to take the plunge
And go deep
I fuck you then I tell my niggas that I'm so cheap
You wait until we leave hit the back and go weep
Problems of the world shit be getting so steep

Problems of the world, yeah

Mama's stroke was deadly, now she focused on her veggies
Niggas doing coke, I guess they think that makes them edgy
Went to Hov a year ago, he said I wasn't ready
He said blood come back in six months and you gon flood the levees
Downer Debbie, that shook the ground I found was steady
He might as well have turned around and said you sound like Nelly
That was petty I like Nelly but I wanted to say, Jay
You listened to a medley of shit I wrote when I was twenty
And I was broke so you know depression set in heavy
Mental note, don't bring a Honda when you could've brought a Chevy
Lot of niggas fine with Robyn but I figured I be Fenty
So when life gave me ramen on my mom I flipped that shit into
Spaghetti, ya with rice and nuts too
I said I'd make a million but I just might just touch two
When failure meets depression boy that might just cut you
Only thing about rejection, Michael got cut too

When failure meets depression boy that might just cut you
Only thing about rejection, Michael got cut too

And if this is the best shit that I ever made
I hope I get accepted into Heaven's gates
I hope Heaven's great