a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de i cri evrytiem/subherbin’ - jc (tscf)

[part 1: i cri evrytiem]

[chorus]
i cry everytime
i look into your eyes
i die everytime
you end up wasting mines

[verse]
yeah im f-ckin round in da uppercase
uppercl-ssman f-cking with a freshman
drinking milkshakes
popping cherries
these are my mistakes
nah this ain’t happen
i’m just sayin
it ain’t easy as pie
to to throw it all way
over freshmen thighs
it ain’t okay
thinking bout this all day
can’t have it both ways
keep my baby
or prevent heartbreak
feel like tyler on cherry bomb
but i’m just tryna blossom
off these merry songs
seeing signs
mel gib
i cry everytime
i ain’t die yet
ricky bobby
fast lane
i ain’t high yet
but i’m positive
i’m negative
hard sh-ll
but delicate
it’s like i’m 12
and you are 9
f-ck around do time
use my girl
cry everytime
don’t reply
just live ya life
you’re at the store
so i gotta avoid eye contact
when i’m in line
i gotta avoid eye contact because your dad owns the f-cking store

[chorus]
i cry everytime
i look into your eyes
i die everytime
you end up wasting mines
i cry everytime
i look into your eyes
i die everytime
you end up wasting mines

[part 2: subherbin’]

[chorus]
subherbin’ swervin’
on the sidewalk
i be cursin’
turnin’ the pages
i begin the sermon
let’s go

[verse]
as i begin the story
of a n-gga down on his luck
spitting on tracks
f-cking on some b-tts
t-ts for some tats
hukuna some tatas
retreat to the bahamas
ramune drinking
son of a
conundrum
n-gga who the f-ck you think you is
call yourself a ride or die
out here thinking that you black
pimping b-ttaflys
n-gga why don’t you commit to ya suicide
n-gga you ain’t sh-t
i bleed metaphors from out my fingertips
but it’s all smiles right??
till someone f-cks up and loses his cool
just to spite
and what the f-ck is a third strike
guess you can say this is mines
i ain’t writing no more lines n-gga
bobby ain’t a samurai
just a p-rno camera guy
this casper to a poltergeist
we’re in two different lanes
i’m at the finish line
smoking herbs in the suberbs
just so i could feel the earth
lately i’ve been feeling like dirt
when the music gonna pop off
or is it just a lost cause
i don’t know but sh-t i’m bout to go off
no one safe from my bars
josh where those beats bruh
mike can’t hear you when you speak bruh
so speak up
jada where the song it’s been a week
and smiles will been a little weak
ain’t we supposed to be a family
having disputes over petty things
who pulling the strings on this team
i’m not the same or even sane
bueno that i put out some fuego
been a minute
spired by some letrow
le go of my legos i gotta learn to let go of my frustration tho hold my head high
fix my flow
snapchat blurring got my attention
snapchat getting my -ss in detention
i’m only human
but i’m ascending
stapled packs of homework
got me having interventions
teachers want me to quit my profession
so how bout you take this finger for a lesson
give me the diploma so i could quit my stressing
it’s just u that got me holding this smith and wesson
unless i begin to lessen
the noose your words got me through jumping through
constant loops
someone cut me loose
trying to get up in the booth
blowing kisses upon my pretty boo
making more stories than dr. suess
lady goose come f-ck with me
little sally sue stripping for a dime or two
i’m just spitting for some verbs
stashing herb in the urn
checked how much i’ve earned
chilling in the suburbs smoking herbs
best watch ya back cause someone done hit the curb

- jc tscf

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS