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 trauma - tr3 taylor

yeah
i gotta problem
some sh-t can’t let go
i don’t know what closure is
paid in full
more money more problems
diamonds sculpt the tears
no kids or nothin’
side b-tches in college used to claim they pregnant
the cup full of that purple used to have my kidneys screaming texas
love come with a costs these days
it maxed two of my credit cards
stress comes in all types of shapes
my b-tch so fine i swear to god
can’t take these things for granted
let mе go get this established
if thеy say that life’s a b-tch
then send her over with no panties
lord, i gotta problem
taking things too far
especially out of town
type to show my ass
and then speak proper when them feds around
can’t contradict yourself
uh huh
the streets will kiss and tell
uh huh
the za is what you smell
uh huh
i hate the number twelve
f-ck ’em

everywhere i go got problems
everywhere i go
most the time it’s self inflicted
but i can’t fall out with the bros
when i ain’t have no summer job
i used to shoplift out the sto’
call up karma and medusa dawg
i’m tryna f-ck ’em both baby

i gotta problem
took the harder way
that was for no reason
therapy my teacher
voices in my head
i’m fighting demons
head hard as a brick
go grab a stick
then clean your fingerprints
burn your clothes
because the powder how they try to trace your sh-t
and leave your phone at home dawg
i bet you sell your soul
for that lil hemi and some goyard
can’t keep up with the payments
so they repo to the tow yard
don’t blame your stressors on god
addiction in my family genes
and traumas all we know shawty
god d-mn man

can’t contradict yourself
uh huh
the streets will kiss and tell
uh huh
the za is what you smell
uh huh
i hate the number twelve
f-ck ’em

- tr3 taylor

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS