paroles de chanson Attention Seeker - Sky Iscariot

Yea
Your mama be ashamed of you
You know that you're better than that
So tell me who's to blame for you
Making poor decisions like that?
You're embarrassing yourself girl
Try'na intimidate me
It ain't working baby
You are try'na intimidate me
It ain't working baby

Your mama be ashamed of you
To think I used to pray for you
I go out my way for you
Used to be Superman, I won't save the day for you
Told you I would wait for you
Wanted to leave the city and escape with you
But lately, all I feel is hate for you
You abused the love I gave to you
Honey it's too late for you

Your mama be ashamed of you
You know that you're better than that
So tell me who's to blame for you
Making poor decisions like that?
You're embarrassing yourself girl
Try'na intimidate me
It ain't working baby
You are try'na intimidate me
It ain't working baby

Your mama be ashamed of you, you should be ashamed of yourself
Stoop so low to please who? Nah baby it's too late for help
Baby it's too late for sorry or a super sad story
'Bout how you never meant for this
I look back like "why did I worry bout someone
Who only seemed to care in my time of bliss?"
Swear from the day I met you, I heard rumours about you
My boy told me not to pursue you
But I was fresh off a heartbreak, so I approached you
My intention was never to use you
But then I got used too
Got used to being used, too
Then you wanna guilt trip me saying "I see it's a new year new you"
Bitch, excuse you?
Look, you started this shit
Made me fall deep knowing that I had permanent plans
I should be wildin' out, I should be partying
And jumping in and outta bitches pants
But I stay home on the weekend, hoping that we speaking
And if not, I'm hitting the bed
You don't think of me like that, bitch I know it's a fact
You with multiple niggas instead
So fuck what I said, it don't mean shit now
You wanna be RiRi? Then bitch, take bow
You on your Beyoncé? Then bitch, to the left
Get to steppin and entertain them other clowns
Look, fuck with Sky and thunderclouds will hit you
Or the ground will hit you, bitch I doubt I'll miss you
You're attention seeking like the crowd will miss you
Hope you get what you want when they hear me diss you
Congrats, you got your exposure
This what you wanted right? Just to be seen
I wanted to put a ring on it, I made you a movie
But you nothing more than a scene
A scene that's soon to be deleted
Mistreated when I was making plans for to be queen
I'll still befriend you to give you a front row seat to what we could've been
I'll make you take your shots clean
Make you smoke a lotta blunts, and still won't be enough
Cause what I offered was real love
Nothing can amount to that, but I guess you weren't down for that
When you look above, treat it as a friendly reminder to what you don't have
And know you just got yourself to blame
Don't fuck with a rapper's heart, you're giving him game
And once again, your momma be ashamed of you
You know that you're better than that
So tell me who's to blame for you
Making poor decisions like that?
You're embarrassing yourself girl
Try'na intimidate me
It ain't working baby
You are try'na intimidate me
It ain't working baby