MidKnyte - Voices. paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Voices. - MidKnyte



I hope you know that you wrecked my boat, at the same time
You float my boat oh, swole, toxic like a bloat on a blokes throat
Gaslight too much and he'll choke though, ayy, but i ain't no cholo
But i'd never you call you a whole hoe, that's one place i won't go, no
I'm deemed to be a fiend, you sadistic, i'm a addict, charismatic, i'm realistic
I thought you had it. but no, oh, i'm so broke, but i need you, you're my coke yo
I owed things i wouldn't let go, so i builded myself up like lego
Hop in that coop like "lets go!" yea
Were made for eachother, were soulmates so we get sewed together, it's been like this forever
Ever since i met her, a corrosive emotions, erode and explodes, 9pm cuckold
Because now you gotta sit here and watch her get plowed, you didn't even know
As in your own house, you tiptoed, as she sleeps
You sneaked, creeped and peeped through the living room window
1Am, you just witness the trauma, she got tied down like hypno, oh no
You called her a dick hoe, she called you a twig
You go at her neck with another insult in a text, you called her a hippo
She said you had a small dick, y'all breakup and make up
Y'all just had make-up sex, then after you smoke a cig. you take up
And fake-up because you just want her pussy not her mind, for God sake
Enough, stop taking up for a girl you hate all the time. she's insecure
Now she wakes up wears make-up all the time
Now you're just plummeting, and stuck again
And now you can relate to my rhymes
I'll read you a nursery, from beginning to ending, sit down this is storytime
I'll tell you a story, how about yourself you won't even worry, you acknowledge it
You procrastinate, then you add it to the quarry. after you masturbate, you get to snoring
Just like how shes shes sleeping and catching zs and you was creeping, around the house
Around, sneaking, about to catch a disease
They one reason why they call you "dawg" is because like fleas
You get ticked off, so easily, at the thought of believing me, believe in me
Believe me, beneath me, is my ego, above is emo, your ceno, gamble with her like a casino
With all your money on your visa, she's a puta caliente bonita
But you won't see that, it's a key trap strat, you better keep that strap
Before she needs that back, yea
Go away, no, go away, go away, go away. go away. go away. go away. go away
It's gone. it's finally gone
Heh



Writer(s): Devyn Walliser



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