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letra de after all is done - jordan d. mitchell

[verse 1]
lonely and dismissive, i could never trust these b-tches
in la i fell in love with a demon then found a mistress
broke and too depressed, that e.d.d made me feel blessed
i met shawty in isolation, my soul fiends for a companion
and she was all i ever had, her soul was tainted with illusions
the world is ending soon, so i assume she’s all i needed
smoking blunts to face, i waste my essence with this woman
knowing i could never truly love her but lying is the bеst solution
she got n-ggas on her line, i try to pay it littlе mind
cuz when my side hit my line, i’m at her crib late at night
you left me stranded in my misery, i contemplated ending things
cuz when nicky died, you disappeared, where’s the hennessy?
on the 405 to take my life, cuz b-tch i know you lied
you been m.i.a but b-tch i know you f-cking on the side
i’m tired of pleading for your empathy and b-tch i know you sick of me
i’m tired of you acting manic, putting panic into my energy
you lie all the time, so do i, i never loved you
if you die, i will survive and suicide b-tch i support you
had the mistress like an empress, when we broke up know i moved on
realized i love this woman, yet she could not be my swan song
all the woman after her, they used my pain to gain a love song
i returned to her hesitant, i’m not present i hope she moves on
trying to start a flame in rain, it’s pointless we both know it
false promises to compromise the pain her tears focus
two years with myself, i needed help, my heart was empty
i had women say they love me, we would f-ck i still felt nothing
i can’t apologize, cuz i’d be lying saying sorry
after all, is done, i know you ain’t one
i’m sorry
[chorus]
all my b-tches deserve redemption baby (put yo motha f-ckin hands up)
all my homies dying lonely baby (put yo motha f-ckin hands up)
you know my gun got extensions baby (get yo motha f-ckin bands up)
i know you b-tches do not know me baby (put yo motha f-ckin)
all my b-tches deserve redemption baby (put yo motha f-ckin hands up)
all my homies dying lonely baby (put yo motha f-ckin hands up)
you know my gun got extensions baby (get yo motha f-ckin bands up)
i know you b-tches do not know me, baby

[verse 2]
saying that she loves me she don’t know me let’s be honest
you fell in love with the bare minimum with yo demons in the closet
b-tches want a n-gga i’m so broken girl i promise
you think i am the one but this feeling won’t get acknowledged
the homies said do better why the f-ck you waste you time with her?
sh-t
why the f-ck i waste my time with her?
all we do is argue she got trauma she won’t recognize
she laughs off all her problems, she need time to go reflect on life
never fall in love again, see i never knew what love was then
shawty i did you wrong, so in this song, i must confront my sins
i couldn’t trust you enough to say it because i knew you’d cry again
i can’t bring myself to love you because you remind me of my ex
and i hate that b-tch i do, she f-cked up my mental
and you only have potential to further my own issues
and i know yo friends hate me, and my friends ain’t a fan of you
you’re not a bad person but i’m beyond understanding you
[chorus]
all my b-tches deserve redemption baby (put yo motha f-ckin hands up)
all my homies dying lonely baby (put yo motha f-ckin hands up)
you know my gun got extensions baby (get yo motha f-ckin bands up)
i know you b-tches do not know me baby (put yo motha f-ckin)
all my b-tches deserve redemption baby (put yo motha f-ckin hands up)
all my homies dying lonely baby (put yo motha f-ckin hands up)
you know my gun got extensions baby (get yo motha f-ckin bands up)
i know you b-tches do not know me, baby

[bridge]
f-ck the feds n-gga, gang banging f-ck yo color what’s yo set n-gga?
later is now, chewing on some now and laters from the 99 cent store
posted on wilson way tryna pimp n-gga where the wh0res?!
get shot at the bus stop, yo aunty doing crack rock
you 25 my n-gga, n-ggas doing 25 for serving that hot pot
you got b-tches and sh-t we do too!
i’ll lie to my hoes and n-gga you should too!

[outro]
b-tch!
do not hit my line, girl what the f-ck is wrong with you!
you’re a waste of time, girl i told you don’t get comfortable!
watched my cousin die, b-tch of course my dreams uncomfortable
if i took a n-gga life would you think of me as touchable
b-tches bipolar world order should i give a f-ck ?
she crying on my chest, lil b-tch wanna make love?
kick her to the curb, she lost for words cuz i don’t want none
you n-ggas is some squares it’s a problem when i solve one

- jordan d mitchell

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