(Smoking cigarettes on the living room)
Oh my gosh, hero
And I'm the heart of the ceiling
Please let me know
Give it back to the kids
Used to be broke niggas, niggas ain't give me shit
I just try to show love so they know it exists
Rhyme born out of body and slim
Too pretty, I can't, I resist
I'm trying to shoot my shot, bitch
Why you keep blocking the rim
Two AM on the move
I've been sipping these twisters, been feeling like juice
Wocky, mix it with fruit
Too many drugs, I don't know what to choose
Like the life that I covered, ain't nothing I wanted
Selling my soul, I refuse
Grah, f*ck love, like
I don't got none to prove
Stay by my side and get sticky like glue
Off the wocky, I'm feeling confused
I can't tell if it's just me and you
And I know these niggas can't fit in my shoes
Swear to God, I'm so misunderstood
Please forgive me, I know I don't speak for my brothers
I'm doing whatever I could
And if it's beef, then we taking the heat
Two AM on the move
I've been sipping these twisters, been feeling like juice
Wocky, mix it with fruit
Too many drugs, I don't know what to choose
Like the life that I covered, ain't nothing I wanted
Selling my soul, I refuse
Grah, f*ck love, like
I don't got none to prove
bfrmdao - My Girl Lyrics
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(Smoking cigarettes on the living room)
Oh my gosh, hero
And I'm the heart of the ceiling
Please let me know
Give it back to the kids
Used to be broke niggas, niggas ain't give me shit
I just try to show love so they know it exists
Rhyme born out of body and slim
Too pretty, I can't, I resist
I'm trying to shoot my shot, bitch
Why you keep blocking the rim
Two AM on the move
I've been sipping these twisters, been feeling like juice
Wocky, mix it with fruit
Too many drugs, I don't know what to choose
Like the life that I covered, ain't nothing I wanted
Selling my soul, I refuse
Grah, f*ck love, like
I don't got none to prove
Stay by my side and get sticky like glue
Off the wocky, I'm feeling confused
I can't tell if it's just me and you
And I know these niggas can't fit in my shoes
Swear to God, I'm so misunderstood
Please forgive me, I know I don't speak for my brothers
I'm doing whatever I could
And if it's beef, then we taking the heat
Two AM on the move
I've been sipping these twisters, been feeling like juice
Wocky, mix it with fruit
Too many drugs, I don't know what to choose
Like the life that I covered, ain't nothing I wanted
Selling my soul, I refuse
Grah, f*ck love, like
I don't got none to prove
Oh my gosh, hero
And I'm the heart of the ceiling
Please let me know
Give it back to the kids
Used to be broke niggas, niggas ain't give me shit
I just try to show love so they know it exists
Rhyme born out of body and slim
Too pretty, I can't, I resist
I'm trying to shoot my shot, bitch
Why you keep blocking the rim
Two AM on the move
I've been sipping these twisters, been feeling like juice
Wocky, mix it with fruit
Too many drugs, I don't know what to choose
Like the life that I covered, ain't nothing I wanted
Selling my soul, I refuse
Grah, f*ck love, like
I don't got none to prove
Stay by my side and get sticky like glue
Off the wocky, I'm feeling confused
I can't tell if it's just me and you
And I know these niggas can't fit in my shoes
Swear to God, I'm so misunderstood
Please forgive me, I know I don't speak for my brothers
I'm doing whatever I could
And if it's beef, then we taking the heat
Two AM on the move
I've been sipping these twisters, been feeling like juice
Wocky, mix it with fruit
Too many drugs, I don't know what to choose
Like the life that I covered, ain't nothing I wanted
Selling my soul, I refuse
Grah, f*ck love, like
I don't got none to prove
Writer: Shandon Hound
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid