Texty

Can we break it over Just another pretty girl Take a look at my mind And you can see your face floating around Reminiscing over times I was joking about I was never the ind of guy who was giving a shit about Ugly things that would come out of your pretty mouth Had to think of figures other than your heart, I was out But you could've given heads up instead of just going down Got my heart bruised up, but I'm a sucker for love I'm guessing when it comes to you it's never enough So now it's up to you, and I could be your favorite But I'm feeling your grip And it's way too soft to hang in my chains and cuffs I mean, your probably give a shit of what they think of us So now You appear in my finest dreams There's no point in locks You break the door Until I'm bust down Bruised up from tryna kill the beast You can't buy love Got to earn your keep Kick your feet up and sit back The way you only knew how to My jealousy is only of your games I'm played out too But I consider returning my purchase Still got the ticket I bet it worked out how you wanted to Tell me, did it? Don't you blame it on the bottle again I'm rolling up And from the corner of my eye See you calling me your friend Is the biggest pill to swallow a fake or heaven-sent, huh? Is the prettiest feeling really a ten If I'm honest to God, I'm praying I'll never sin But if I'm honest to me, I'll know what happens again I mean I'm only human What am I gonna do when I'm bored Best bang for your buck The cheapest trip to afford You appear in my finest dreams There's no point in locks You break the door Until I'm bust down Bruised up from tryna kill the beast You can't buy love Got to earn your keep You made me look at myself now Took them old books off the shelf now Come baby tell me we're alright One more shot is all I need all night Maybe we both saw this coming We both had our share of fun and Maybe I'm way too far out now One more shot about to pass out now But I'm feeling the groove again I won't stop eating 'till tummy is full again You bet your ass I'm gonna shake up the foodchain This is the sound of 'Doc Dre meets Wu-Tang' That's true game I know it's scarce nowadays But that has never been an excuse to play safe So it's fuck you, pay me Show me the gravy You got an idea of what a radio-play means? You're gonna find me on a slope or the peak That's means climbing to the summit or sitting on top Please don't interfere while my vision's clear I'm on a roll without you, my dear You appear in my finest dreams There's no point in locks You break the door Until I'm bust down Bruised up from tryna kill the beast You can't buy love Got to earn your keep
Writer(s): Thijmen Van Daalen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out