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It was just a little song i put together over the Ayatollah beat Lonely.
I hope you enjoy. Lyrics below, keep spreading the word.
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Hopless in love hopeless in passion/Thata019s why I hold this mic an hope Ia019m the dopest in rappin/Cause it hurts to much to think deeper/Think of her arms around me like a roddy piper sleeper/Sends me to creep away too much pain/I hold this mike to be sane/but Ia019ve never been number/Ita019s chaos like heavy rain in the summer/Ita019s changing daily her sweet smell/So on this beat Ia019ll tell /how she swept me off me feet and I fell/an ita019s here Ia019m still lying if I get up Ia019ll be limping/still Ia019m never shifting but cleverly gifting/roses and chocs hoping Ia019ll be in a position for cosy talks/it never works though/I hear she likes another guy at work so/Ia019ll keep moving keep pursuing keep being euan/I even think about making her heart bleed/but I aina019t a bad seed /I just never wanted this bad to succeed/an I never been the type to smoke a bag of weed/I get my high thinking of her as my wife in the future/spend most of my days seeking other guys advice on the computer/they tell me treat her like dirt and walk away/I try but each time her beauty in a skirt blocks the way/an I used to have dreams of being a fast runner/but this past summer all I can dream is calling her number/speaking for hours on minor things/little jokes like robbing banks and buying her the finer things/this girl is my great sun like in his prime Charles Barkley/style is classy and every time she walks ita019s like a shotgun barrel blast me/she got me running like nothing can catch me/gebrselassie or bolt/this lassie has a hold of my throat/every word I say ita019s like Ia019m going to choke/ leaving my face red like a can of coke/maybe I think too much/maybe if I partied and started to drink too much/shea019d see me and this crutch would disappear/got to change gear and steer to her perfection/ita019s time to make my intentions surface/but I fear rejection so ita019s worthless/like Curtis I love her more than fat kids and cake/never been a bad kid Ia019m a saint/maybe thata019s what paints/a picture thata019s not appealing/so Ia019ll just keep dreaming keep feeding the feelings/that stop me from concealing all thata019s in my inner being/but Ia019m wide awake and down slippery slide I skate/forgive me for the rhymes I create/all about how shea019s at mine till late/I guess ita019s time to evacuate/maybe I should give another girl a try/but why should I/watch her whirl away/ and let her curl away/lying under covers nude/with some other dude/shea019s my food but I cana019t intrude/ Ia019ll always be a prude a shy little character/ the kind she belittle to her partner and laughs and s n*** s/Ia019d still walk a million paths and swim a billion rivers/just to touch the little invisible whiskers on her top lip/lock my fingers around her hip and whisper hip hop is no longer my first love/your the only one who makes me thirst love
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