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letra de vegeta - keralanka

[part i]

[verse 1]
tell me why they say they’ll stay then they always go
cuz i don’t want no one beside me when i’m riding home
that drive is cold, got me turning heel i can’t find my soul
got a sold out arena of thoughts inside my dome
and i cannot supply the show
it’s been a minute, but i still get it get it
when you behind my bars i know that you still fear the sentence
but i never listen or level set anything
so when you mentioning wedding rings know that i’m your enemy
(listen)
i am a hypocrite living, a bit of the ignorance mixed with
that imminent hurt, f-ck it – put em in the dirt’s a better way to deal with
it’s turning me cynical, burning the medical while feeding my ego (uh)
claim that i don’t need the gold but really i fiend like vegeta (uh)
i need a bulma, someone with drive beyond the tour bus
my mind like joba, multiple voices tryna control ya
i rolled the dice, found myself a material vice
melting patience over generations been forcing my -ss to rely on ice

[chorus]
this one’s for the players in the back with a shawty
got your neck iced out, hidin’ insecurities
hittin’ on these hoes with the gold your priority
but your presidential doesn’t speak to your authority
i’ma run the world without a rollie or a chain
i know my flow strong when i’m rollin’ to the bank
i’ma run the game, i’ma run the game, i’ma run the game

[part ii]

[verse 2]
tell me why they say they’ll stay then they always go
still i’m hoping you beside me when it’s time to blow
i mind my own, pray my cynicism don’t find a home
so when you jumping to conclusions, yell jeronimo
or you might end up on your own
it’s been a minute since i tried to mend a friendship
we don’t gotta be f-cking to both be benefitting
but if you ask me, i’ma bend n hit it, end of sentence
pray that you don’t hit me and get offended when reminiscing
i’ma get the doe and run, f-ck that emotional junk, yeah
don’t look at me like i’ma cop you that louis vuitton, no
am i a sinner to mention my inner condition and deepest desires?
you got a ring on your finger now
children to bring up’s a whole new life
i’ma just throw these lies under the rug and over my eyes
feeding me slugs from bullets of love but the gun’s not loaded right
i’m borderline, noncommittment been normalized
melting patience over generations been forcing my -ss to prioritize

[part iii]

[outro]
she fell in love with the money and ???
but she knows that i cannot be trusted, so she pushes away
oh, i’m tryna get the money that’s a prophet

- keralanka

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