English Songs

I know I’m fucked up ’cause I looked, lookI know I’m fucked up ’cause I looked down, my cup emptyYou be nervous when you’re with me ’cause I got thugs with meI know I did you dirty ’cause you stopped lovin’ meI know I did you dirty ’cause you stopped lovin’ meI took my time […]

So in love with ’emNow you don’t even wanna fuck with ’emFuck niggas, DTN, now you don’t trust niggasFuck niggas DTN, now you don’t—Huh? Especially meFeeling violated by people I loveI’m only using three percent of my brainAnd I’m still learning how to not give a fuckMoving backwards, tryna fuck Billie JeanCame home the next

I met her at the laundromat she was washing extra hotI said don’t you need a little helpwith that big load you gotshe said no but did a double takeand then she smiled and said I mightas I rolled up my sleevesIsaid to myself well alright well alrightI nut it on automatic and sha cat

Wrote a letter to the DevilFinesse, two of ’emWrote a letter to the DevilWrote a letter to the Devil My stomach fucked up, but I’m still drankin’ (Still drankin’)I’m s’posed to be putting my health firstI’m makin’ sure everyone else goodI’m s’posed to be putting myself first (Me)If that bitch wanna go, I can’t save

‘Cause when our eyes lock, it’s like my heart stops It only took me a momentAnd now I’m imprisoned to your touch (Woah)I don’t know where it’s going nowBut I know, I need your love Now, I’ll always be here, I won’t ever run‘Cause you took the air right out of my lungs Ah, I

You know we had to get The Hooligans up here, we gon’ take this pussy nigga outYo, Dot, I got youWoah-oah-oah-oah, woah-oah-oah-oah-oahYeahIf you like that (Phew) Can’t stop, won’t stopI just fucked your bitch in the Sean John tank topYou treat a bad bitch like she averageI treat a bad bitch like a fat bitchShouldn’t

I wrote this letter to remind myself the reasons I’m aliveI got to reason number fiveWith my pen, I wrote on and I triedTo find words that described all the timesI caught myself and realised there are good things just ahead of meBut right now, it gets hard to believeBut I know that I’m safe

Maybach Music Fish tanks and marble floors, livin’ big and badNiggas laugh until they hit with my official jabCrack smoke is the exhaust from my pen and padGhostwriters, they get to floss what you could’ve hadRecord label takin’ a loss, are you in your bag?You a worker wantin’ to chart, don’t make me laughGet to

Where you go?Where you go?Where you go?Where you go? Gone for ninety daysBack in time, don’t waste away, I won’tWhere you going, where you go?Dreadful things up in my skullAnd I try not to let them leadOn my way inside, you’ll be saying“Where you going, where you go?”“Where you going, where you go?” Let me

If death is the last thought wrapped around youThe blood in your heart is filling my roomGive me life, it’s what I likeI was used to the same old nights‘Til I saw the light of the moon in your eyes I could say I felt love before my deathI’m alive with the warmth of an