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letra de 11pm in london - j.i the prince of n.y

[verse 1]
what’s good, my k!lly
knocked her off her heels, now she movin’ like she got heelies
when you ride it, you go quick, i let you pop a wheelie
i’ll stand beside you everyday even if today you don’t feel me
i’m f-cked up in the head, when you compliment me, i be like, “really?”
i separate myself once i see n-ggas movin’ silly
i feel like bruce wayne on the rooftop lookin’ at my city
i’ma give it another shot since i’m already tipsy
it’s too motherf-ckin’ cold
all these excuses you keep tellin’ me are motherf-ckin’ old
you got some nerve to move the way you do, you motherf-ckin’ bold
i took my heart off my sleeve, it was messin’ up my f-ckin’ clothes, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
designer on, you don’t want to be alone
i know you don’t want to be alone (nah)
turn my volume up so i could hear it when you call my phone
every now and then i’m lonely, maybe i’m better on my own, yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
i’m in london with my timb’s on movin’ like i’m in new york
i always add a pep to my step, you could tell by the way i walk
got too much females on my body, i don’t even gotta talk
they keep thinkin’ sh-t a game ’til they surrounded by white chalk
and now we countin’ bodies after bodies, got so much stories inside my crib
i’ll f-ck you in my lobby, i got sp-ce for the both of us if you need it
medication in my system, i might move conceited, yeah, yeah
i’m just lookin’ for some inner peace
try to crucify me, if you tryna find me, i’m where sinners be
we connected and fell in love, it wasn’t willingly
these f-cked up thoughts inside my head be k!llin’ me, but i keep it g
sometimes i feel like i do too much for you and if i make you cry, i apologize i do too much to you
and if i f-ck with you, gorilla glue, you know i’m stuck with you
can’t let her know my dark side like peroxide, i’m in the cut with you, yeah, yeah
[chorus]
designer on, you don’t want to be alone
i know you don’t want to be alone (nah)
turn my volume up so i could hear it when you call my phone
every now and then i’m lonely, maybe i’m better on my own, yeah, yeah

[verse 3]
every now and then i need a bit of lovin’
made it out the trenches, we made somethin’ out of nothin’
beat the p-ssy up, i got it soundin’ like percussions
fully loaded automatic, they thought we was tusslin’, no, no
put your heart inside a basket, leave it at my doorstep
wish i had a f-ck to give ’cause i don’t got no more left
pain, pain, go away, come again another day
had to throw my phone away, i’ll hit you up another day
if the first plan don’t work out, we gon’ make it another way
i leave the garbage open for them, so they could throw my love away
and right now, i’m not tryna call your phone
and i need someone ’cause i hate bein’ on my own
you need to stand on what you say, why you keep switchin’ up your tone?
it’s different sleeves for my heart, so now, she switchin’ up her clothes

- j i the prince of n y

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