English Songs

Yeah, yeah, yeah I took my heart out my sleeveAin’t got enough room, gotta keep a few tricks up thereKel-Tek switched with the silencer kit gotta keep it on shh, cause the kids upstairsShut the fuck up when a real nigga talkin’, shut the fuck up when a real nigga walk inI know they type […]

My whole life is on the internetI know all these people butBut we have never metThis is life inside of the machineGive me another hit of dopamine My whole life is on the internetI know all these people butBut we have never metThis is life inside of the machineGive me another hit of dopamine Chase

These days so coldMy hearts been frozeRuff journey mi walk no smooth toll roadMy feeling lost fi who don’t knowTroublemekka Fighting demons, talking to shadowstrapped in a room with mirrorsonly time i feel loveguns up, eyes outtears feel like fire when mi cry nowstill a screw wi for di money mi fi smile about and

These niggas be tryin’, these niggas be hungry, these niggas be—, huh (Haha)Ayy, fuck you say?(Havok)Huh, ayy, there it go, ayy, there it go, ayy, it thirstyAlright, let me go Every car I’m in, these bitches tinted, ayy (These bitches tinted, man)Stolens and rentals with choppers and killers in it (There’s choppers and killers in

Fallin’ out, fallin’ inNothing’s sure in this world, no, noBreakin’ out, breakin’ inNever knowin’ what lies aheadWe can really never tell it all, no, no, noSay goodbye, say helloTo a lover or friendSometimes we never could understandWhy some things begin then just endWe can really never have it all, no, no, no But oh, can’t

Don’t you dare leave your sweaterIt’s a way of trappin’ more than clothes in your carWhat makes you think her ideas are betterI hope she knows that hanging out with you won’t make her a star Solo trips turn into double datesFunctions turn into stayin’ out lateDinner turns into walks on the beachSo she can

Uh, yeahI love you, AtakeYeah, ooh Lil’ bit’ pussy pink, so I went and bought a mink (Pink)I was workin’ a trap, never worked a plan BDon’t forget your strap, boy, playin’ in these streets (Bao)I just put two hundred bands sin the kitchen sink (Kitchen)Woo, woo, woo, lil’ bit’ pussy pink, so I went

Okay, ayy You niggas ain’t brazy for real, I doubt itYou losing that money, you breakin’ the rulesI got promethazine hobbiesI made it a life, I made it look coolYou could do whatever you want with your bodyI’m not your father, we not at schoolI ain’t gotta ask nobody, “Who got me?”I know how we

They say the twenties are the best years of your lifeBut I seem to be spending mine missing sunsets‘Cause I’m busy on my phone observing everyone elseHow I compare and obsessJust me, my phone, and these wallsAnd I’ve been sober for some monthsBut I can feel the demons waiting on my downfallSince I’m so ugly

Do you rap or do you tweet? ‘Cause I can’t tell, get in the booth, bitch(Go Grizz)(Pooh, you a fool for this one)(B-B-Bankroll Got It) I don’t sing R&B, but, bitch, I’m really her, fuck wrong with niggas?How you let him cheat and take him back? Must be your only nigga (The fuck?)I get loud