Testo Asking Questions - D-Block Europe
Testo della canzone Asking Questions (D-Block Europe), tratta dall'album PTSD 2
We stick out the crowd, we feel like a star, I'm Lupe
I bought her Rimowa, tryna fit you inside of the suitcase
I put it in your mouth and the white coming out like toothpaste
She held me down, had to go and figure out a new way
I be asking questions so it's hard for me
It's the streets that got me fucked up, so it's part of me
And the money keep on coming so it's kosher
I just wanna write a letter to my soldier
Streets got me fucking up right now
The streets got me fucked up right now
Half of my niggas inside now
So half of these bitches are coming in right now
Mixing my wocky like right now
Turnеd a bit fucked up but I've got alright now
Twin got the doublе like pipe now
Twin FN and I ain't gonna fight now
Codeine make me wo-worse, I mumbled my verse
I think these streets done made me cursed
These streets done made me worse
This perccy, perccy, perc, it's fuck you, pay me first
She fucking toxic, buy her the Birkin made it work
I told her lies, "I ain't got whores"
I bought a Ferrari, I needed a horse
I bought you two Rollies, you keep them, of course
I'd fuck your friend, I ain't showing remorse
Weren't this love language, so fuck this shit
Let me talk some Chinese
Way too lit for the IG, how can I post when they want me on my knees?
Might catch a M and fly to the island like, "Can somebody find me?"
Minor offence but he's still on the run in Dubai like
"Somebody find me"
I be asking questions so it's hard for me
It's the streets that got me fucked up, so it's part of me
And the money keep on coming so it's kosher
I just wanna write a letter to my soldier
Streets got me fucked up right now
So high, ring me, I can't type now
All of this bankroll turned her dyke now
VVS made me her type, type
My mind got my eyes on a Judas
Fuck your lies, I reside where the truth is
Ladder on me like a nigga been roofing
South London ting, but she boujie
Sometimes I feel life's a maze
You can run and live or die and be brave
RM, mummy looking at Big B's grave
I ain't cracked a smile in days
When you die, that love just fades
Hurts when you find out that a close one's fake
'Cause God knows, I never woulda dealt with you the same
Credits
Writer(s): Ricky Earl Banton, Adam Nathaniel Williams, Ob, Harry East, Stuart Conran Walter Narinder Doderer, Yjay
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