paroles de chanson By Myself - KYNG COLE

Momma is he coming? been waiting too long
Remember them nights on the porch all alone. Mom is he coming? Put him on the Phone
Mom he ain't answer left me at the tone
Mom is it me why y'all don't get along?
Is it my fault why he never come home?
Popping these sticks cause the weight of the stone, I ain't gone like they been breaking My bones

Feel like nobody been showing me right so lately been counting and fixing my wrongs
Ain't have direction but still made a way no Anna Mae take this cake to the face
Wedding Cake, I need a bride love or hate you its hard to decide

Bonnie & Clyde said you was gone ride reversing the whip told you put it in drive
Swerve when I sip and I'm hoping I die
Ain't nothing to miss I got pain in my eyes
I done been through some shit that them words can't describe

Music give me what a bitch can't provide
We getting high night after night
Trading your pipe is like trading your life
Risking your life took a roll on the dice
Remember the nights we had nothing but rice, not even that

Before bars I knew about Smack
Whats the point of me showing all this love if they don't love me back. Disappointed me We crumbled up and let our love collapse
Was conjoined to me like we was stuck and forever attached

Drugs pain sustain you been through the storm we been through the rain

Waiting for the sun to brighten my day

Waiting for the sun I need brighter days okay. (Okay)

I might drop 160 on my fit just so I feel okay.
I might 160 in the whip lets take them on a chase. Jaydo he too smart the life he live I Hope he find a way. Had a talk with you I won't forget ain't nothing left to say. All we Know is elevate, be better than yesterday. 180 when I touch the scaled but I'm still a Heavyweight

We don't bring packs through mail rather get it face to face. When I give my heart for Sale that'll be the great debate. Show at 10, encore want me again. Bitch I came from Section 8 no ac how I get these fans Type to fuck you in the dressing room I know I Don't fit in, 160 in the whip bitch I got 12 up on my end

Aye what Mkc say "can I vent" got nobody to talk to got no friends its just me and this Mic till the end can I vent, can I vent