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letra de prepaids_aint mine - asha imuno

[part 1: prepaids]
wait

[verse 1]
stuck in my room burning incense sticks
i been a pyromaniac since six
i been sick, intense
like camped out
quarantinin’ his house
summer over
what’s the difference when i’m sleep on the couch?
a bunch of y’all used to pick on me
way too many to count
it’s okay with me now
cause of what i pack in my pouch
f-nny pack, and i’m with it
so give me distance and lots
got enough on my mind with my mama p-ssin’ in pots
papa kissin’ them thots
running away from my thoughts
i’m good at pretending i’m fine i forgot that i’m not
cut myself in middle-school and now i wish it ain’t clot
now i wish it was easy to say goodbye, but it’s not
know my sister would lose it and all my n-ggas would lose it
but usually i feel horrible, ‘less i’m making some music
and everybody deserted me, cause i feel like a rubix
i might give up on love and go throw myself at a new b-tch
she lame like house of anubis
my counsellor ain’t get through to me
so we cancelled the sessions and ditched them all for the movies
shorties never pursue me cause i’m too groovy for them
that’d be gravy, but my lady up and, moving away from me
that’s okay, i’m okay
i’ll just chill in the shed
i don’t know this emotion so i’ll be happy instead
like nothing happened and actually i find solace alone
it’s familiar to me cause i had to cope on my own
hope my family cool when they have to cope and i’m gone
don’t n0body relate to me so i still feel alone
in a room of my people i never answer the phone
cause i don’t feel like myself n-gga, who tryna get blown?
i don’t know if they want me to stay myself or get grown
all this summer could teach me is that a house ain’t a home

[bridge]
maybe do it monday
don’t feel right on sunday
my way or the freeway
livin’ off of prepaids
maybe do it monday
don’t feel right on sunday
my way or the freeway
livin’ off of prepaids
maybe do it monday
don’t feel right on sunday
my way or the freeway
livin’ off of prepaids

test, test, test, test, test

[part 2: ain’t mine]

[chorus]
you tell me that he’s just a friend
but you don’t be telling the truth
i don’t wanna just be friends
i know that you can feel it too
you tell me that he’s just a friend
but you don’t be telling the truth
i don’t wanna just be friends
i know that you can feel it too

[verse 1]
called you about a million times
i can’t sleep, you’re all that’s stuck on my mind
i hate you, cause girl i know ain’t mine
i hate you, cause girl i know ain’t mine

[hook]
why can’t you be my girl?
why you gotta be so fine?
why can’t you be my girl?
why you gotta be so fine?
why can’t you be my girl?
why you gotta be so fine?
why can’t you be my girl?
why you gotta be so fine?

[verse 2]
i got so much going on and you know that
family ties knotted like a bantu, call me kodak
you feel like a breath for me, i’m going under
fallin’ for you, i been did that since i had the number
and it’s my fault cause i, i’m not that tall and i
i’m not your type but whenever you call me, my face change
your boyfriend ain’t my friend, i can make change
outta him, he outta pocket when ya lane change
beam me 911, i’ll be there in 30 flat
i just came from the movies but jake’ll drive us back
we’ll be friends or whatever, i’ll play my part in that
but if i see you with him i might have a heart attack

- asha imuno

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