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MiSTah Kye - The Talking Stage Game (Lyric Video) [Prod. By LS]
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MiSTah Kye
MiSTah Kye
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Ciara Nicole Simms
Ciara Nicole Simms
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Kysharn Kennedy
Kysharn Kennedy
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Kysharn Kennedy
Kysharn Kennedy
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L's
L's
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LS The Producer
LS The Producer
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I got a fresh wound in my heart And it hurts so bad, I don't fuck with love I don't fuck with trust either so keep your distance, I ain't into that stuff And right now, got sweat in my palms For pushing this weight and it's hurting my arms I been feeling this pain way more than a fortnight You woulda thought it's a golden scar They tell me I gotta put all my pain in tracks That's why I'm so vocal It's like a free skin in the game Everybody the same, so fuck being hopeful You know me I gotta stick and move Find me a piece and my shot ain't woeful But me I play comps So the girls that I got for are way prestige, and they're far from local Lemme tell you 'bout this talking stage that I had Oh shit, it weren't part of the plan I used knowledge as strength but kept my integrity Went holiday and my heart got a tan I took a trip from emotions That's what I meant and she ripped my page 'Cause things go good, but my life is a game So let's see how it played Things go well for a while A genuine smile and the feeling's electric Got me reading your words like four, five times I type and rewrite, man I must be dyslexic Got my feet on the ceiling Phone to my ear every time that we call We calling for hours, my lingo's ours You're just like me, man, I guess I got powers But what do you do when the reps get lazy? Is she getting passed 'round town? They tell me that my sport is to cuss So I deep my thoughts, I don't say too much Overthinking's worse than drugs 'Cause it's not even real, you just make stuff up Hallucinating in your brain, it drives you insane You better gear down and press that clutch Fuck, why the fuck am I tripping? My name's MK, on the mic I'm slipping I can't think 'bout bars no more I just think 'bout her and my heart keeps limping Nowadays, we don't talk as much I hold my pride, no way that I'm simping She try air my text, so I air hers back Fuck that, hold on I ain't finished It's mad how it went from her telling me That she really gonna fix my heart To now and she poked it, bringing emotions I really shoulda had my guard We spoke for a good two months Every day 'til dawn, like that she's gone I'm wasting my time, I thought she was mine And right now I don't know what's up So I called her, it's been like two weeks now I asked her if she's alright She told me that she's never been better She got a man now, felt that in my center Oh, swear? How long has it been? My skin so thin, I clenched up like spectre Since last month, she said it so blunt So I ended the call, I couldn't hack that pressure But the thing that I'm finding amusing Her man try beef me on socials I told him that talk is cheap Just come buck me, and I'll rip out your vocals But look what she caused, she was a fraud All of that time that I wasted A talking stage, more than waste I'm losing my brain And that's why... I got a fresh wound in my heart And it hurts so bad, I don't fuck with love I don't fuck with trust either so keep your distance I ain't into that stuff And right now got sweat in my palms For pushing this weight and it's hurting my arms I been feeling this pain way more than a fortnight You woulda thought it was a golden scar They tell me I gotta put all my pain in tracks That's why I'm so vocal It's like a free skin in the game Everybody the same, so fuck being hopeful You know me I gotta stick and move Find me a piece, so my shot ain't woeful But me I play comps So the girls that I got for are way prestige, and they're far from local Lemme tell you 'bout this talking stage that I had Oh shit, it weren't part of the plan I used knowledge as strength but kept my integrity Went holiday and my heart got a tan I took a trip from emotions That's what I meant and she ripped my page 'Cause things go good, but my life is a game And that's how it played
Writer(s): Ciara Simms Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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