A smile, a guise
I'm trying to hide behind tired eyes, I sigh
I might survive the nighttime, I might die
I say soda soda, I'm a high rolla- yo sir
I pose for the poster- Yep!
Icy Cola Coca, Sprite I love the most-a!
I ride rollercoasters, I try all the cultures
A smile, a guise
Nighttime is mine to lie eyes awide and I
I'm tired of trying to try not to cry and
I say soda, I'm lota, yo Sir
I ride roller.., I try all the cultures
Light my swollen smoker
I might comatosa
I once used to be your girl
I’m so cold I’m dripping icicles
I go and take your man, that ***** might miss ya
Spent his whole commission on my neck and ear
To stand around me need to have your winter gear
Pay me coats and benzies its that berg ice
That’s why I do not feel these bitches frost bite
Grown money ever since I'm young I make my own money
You broke honey? And they call me BANKS cuz I can loan money
She retweeted/replied to me today for the first time. She knows I stan for musical quality because I was able to identify what part of the music the sheet music on her album cover was!
Azealia would appreciate my outspoken and brash nature.
Yo, get lost on the highway, freeway
We've been off-course like the wrong-way relay
Need me a boss, you’re a constant delay
These the kinda thoughts I've been having for three days
Feel like you’re more of a homie
Please, you don’t even know me
You think I’m starting new relations
I’m just departing and need my space and
Time to myself, ventilation
No time for you, I lack the patience
And you’re like, “Girl, how you do that?" My attitude is bitchy but you already knew that
And since we can’t get along
I think we should both move on
At her recording her breakup letter with Interscope when they beg her to write a hit single ddd
You could never make eye contact
Everything you got was based off of my contacts
You a fraud, but I'mma remain icon-stat
Balenciaga's on my boots with the python strap
You was caught up in the rush, and you was caught up in the thrill of it
You was with me way before, I hit a quarter mil' in it
Put you in the crib and you ain't never pay a bill in it
I was killin' it, now you got me poppin' pills in it
I told Baby hit you, I said this dude buggin'
Cause I was doing it for us, I told em **** the public
Couldn't believe that I was home alone, contemplating
Overdosin', no more postin', no more toastin' over oceans
They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They say that your darkest hour comes before your dawn
But there was something I should've asked all along
I'mma ask on the song
I wanna be into Sam Smith so bad, but I just cant do it with his basicness.
Bring back Adele please.
Yeah every song of his minus Latch just screams a boardroom full of middle aged men trying to figure out how to appeal to radio + sound credible and 'organic' so they can court the same Adele audience