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Мова пісні: Англійська
OVER THE LEDGE pt2 |
| Niggas want to be me, and I want to be dead |
| Whole lot of stressing, this mind of mine |
| But it’s making me bread |
| Drowning my sorrows in every pill and pussy instead |
| Give me a couple more years till I’m over the ledge |
| Niggas want to be me, and I want to be dead |
| Whole lot of stressing, this mind of mine |
| But it’s making me bread |
| Drowning my sorrows in every pill and pussy instead |
| Give me a couple more years till I’m over the ledge |
| She say I never be listening, sorry lil' baby I’m out of it |
| Every word that gets said to my brain |
| It get pushed to the back of the cabinet |
| I know your name where I file it |
| I’ll read it back over when i’m sober |
| By then it’s too late you erase my name and you rushing to tweet that you over |
| it |
| Then I’m right back in your ovaries |
| It’s a continuous cycle |
| Any emotional damage that I done to you for it |
| I will not be liable, i’ll move away |
| Without leaving a trace of you |
| Cussing me out just for trying you |
| Hop on your tinder and meet up with dude |
| Cause he swore that he never would lie to you |
| Baby you play for a pawn, he goin' tell all of his dogs |
| How he got in it and did with the quickness |
| Without trying to hard |
| Push him away now you back on the pills |
| You get Xans so the memory gone |
| Seven months later you hit me back up just to ask me |
| What shit I’ve been on, baby I’m not shit |
| Doing all the drugs that I want, getting my bread up |
| Only shit that’s keeping me going |
| In making racks now, fucking any hoe that I want |
| Still I’m depressed, using sex as a distraction from all |
| (All of this pain) |
| Niggas want to be me, and I want to be dead |
| Whole lot of stressing, this mind of mine |
| But it’s making me bread |
| Drowning my sorrows in every pill and pussy instead |
| Give me a couple more years till I’m over the ledge |
| Niggas want to be me, and I want to be dead |
| Whole lot of stressing, this mind of mine |
| But it’s making me bread |
| Drowning my sorrows in every pill and pussy instead |
| Give me a couple more years till I’m over the ledge |
| You cannot love me now, you got to let me go |
| You cannot love me now, you got to let me go |
| You cannot love me now, you got to let me go |
| You cannot love me now, you got to let me go |