Текст песни March 28th - JEROME KE

I do not miss
Moving like Messi in 2012
Nigga I'm lit
You only my homie if you got the bail
That shit was peak
You ain't legit
I knew it from time I looked in your eyes
That nigga a fraud that brother a phony
I know that you hate that I know it
These niggas ride you like a pony
How you be laughing at that niggas jokes
He wasn't funny I had to confirm it
Relationship blues nigga it's true
Remember when I was like you
But she had to lose to get to the truth
I cry in the booth I feel like it's doomed
Nigga I know
December 15th a legend was born
Nigga I know
Sometimes I be crazy don't even phase me
Nigga I know
How you betray me and try to replay it
Nigga you don't
Don't speak on my name coz we ain't the same
I just wanna know
How do you look at yourself in the mirror
You don't even shiver you think you a winner
All of that pain that you left within her
You told her to simmer
Baby I know I'm a sinner
It's probably why I don't care bout my liver
Sometimes I just wish I would die
And then I come back to life
I just wanna see the replies
Funniest thing
March 28th the day that I died and came back alive
My uncle was there he couldn't believe I was ready to die
My father he told me that he was surprised but he never cried
My sister was calling it's hard to imagine she got no replies
My mother my mother I love her to death she couldn't get by
My cousins my brothers but they didn't know I was hurting inside
And Theo my nigga he got me suspended but I let it slide
Yeah
Fuck all that shit man I got me some solace
Couldn't believe all the pain I was storing
Took all that anger and put it to balling
Out on the pitch I really was scoring
Moving like Jordan whipping like Gordon
Cheffing it up for my lady she love when I cook
I got two things on the table like baby come and take a look
She pulling up shook
Yeah let me get back to the story
My roommate my nigga for life he saved my life
Back of the cab I was bleeding the fuck out
He punched me up and he told me don't pass out
Wrist it was bleeding was ready to tap out
Thought to myself least we out of the trap house
I wasn't straight I was spazzing the fuck out
Yeah
And that shit 100 to me
Take care of me imma take care of you
Ain't fucking with me I ain't fucking with you
What do you mean I got something to prove
Think to myself why you talking so loose
I gave you life that nigga my son
If it wasn't for me then he wouldn't be none
Yeah
Shorty in love with the sound of the gun
2 to my head and that story was done
1 to her dome and now we is one
Moving like bonnie and Clyde
But I am inclined to do what is right
Pray that we make it tonight
The drugs in my hand
I need my advance
I'm taking a stance
Romey don't dance