English Songs

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Yeah, yeahYeah, Big NeneOkay (Oh Lord, jetson made another one)Yeah You are not priority ’cause I put money firstI don’t wanna be his bitch, I think it struck a nerveIf I tell you I’ma do it, I’ma keep my wordPull it out my purse, make a nigga twerkGot these bitches out they body, she can’t

Everybody hates you Breathe in, breathe outMy middle name is nervous breakdownI sure could use a friend, cheaper than VicodinFake lives, fake love, got money but I still feel bankruptIt’s so hard to fit in, when there’s no oxygen What the hell is wrong with me?Overthinking reality, calm down, it’ll be okayBut the voices in

Uh, they counting me out like never beforeNever again, I’m back up, look at the scoreI’m back up, look at the scoreI’m back up, look at the scoreWe back up, look at the score They ain’t expect me to bounce backSwish, air one, now count thatThey ain’t expect me to bounce backThey ain’t expect me

In the darkest hoursLeave the shadowsLeave the shadows on the ground, I’m heading upGaining all my powersLike an echoLike an echo from the past that never stops Every time you try to get awayRunning with the doubts in your eyesI’ll be there Light me on fire, oohPut me through the rainStill I’ll be you’re flameWalking

Oh you get off work at 5?Tired of that sucka shit huhYeahCome fuck with the big dogsYeahI’m every square bitch dreamWhite tee, dope man knot, hammer on meI’m every square bitch dreamWhip clean, everywhere I go niggas know meI’m every square bitch dream Conversion on the Glock make the 40, 50And my fit fresh and

Piece of me, peace of mindTook some timeI’m just reaping what I sowSo for sure brand new O’sThat’s just for me and my brosKeep secure, 4×4G63 parked ’round my endsNo new friends, no new friendsPlay for keeps, can’t play pretend Stay safe with meIn the back with the windows tintYea cause they know too muchYea

Thank you to the butterflies in my stomachI haven’t felt this nervousSince I was a little fluffy down nestlingMy derring-do is half-disguised behind a smileMy beak is grinding, ever mindingI swore I wouldn’t dwell on the divorceSo for my own health, I’ll remind myselfThat when I see himI know that it won’t feel so toughI’ll