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Kyle S Ringer
Songwriter
Shamarr Blake, Sr.
Songwriter
Letra
Real world
Full of fake friends
I don't make friends
I just make ends
Wearing Ray Bans
You don't understand
We ain't staring at it through the same lens
Had to go and block a couple numbers
I had all these girlies texting Hey man
All they see is that I'm taking off
But they wasn't with me in the basement
Money money money
Swear that's all that you dealers scream
Ain't nobody really got yo back
I'm just tryna build a winning team
Martin Luther had a different dream
Way bigger than you think killers think
They can tell you be a bigger person
But what does that even really mean?
I don't know got dang
Yeah
Lemme be honest
I promised my momma that momma I am never breaking a promise
I promise this girl that someday I may not be all that I promised
Let's just be honest
You see what I mean
I'm an angel just surrounded by devilish things
I wonder what Heaven can bring
I wonder if Jesus can sing
I wonder if when I get called up
Is God gone have room there for me
Or am I gone have to find somewhere sleep?
Lord, are you teaching a lesson?
What's the subliminal message?
Point your light in my direction
And watch what I do when I get it
Something that thump
Something that shake
Is that what it takes?
Cause that's what I'll make
Like baking a cake
I'd rather be great
Than eat off a plate
That one of you made
I don't like the taste
I think that it's gross
I think it's a waste
Just look at my
Look at my
Something that thump
Something that shake
Is that what it takes?
Cause that's what I'll make
Like baking a cake
I'd rather be great
Than eat off a plate
That one of you made
I don't like the taste
I think that it's gross
I think it's a waste
Just look at my face
Mynor this some heat woo
Writer(s): Kyle Ringer
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