Testo met me sooner - TopOppGen
Testo della canzone met me sooner (TopOppGen), tratta dall'album met me sooner - Single
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah
I'm on my fourth pill today, I swear to God
I swear to God I don't do no fake pills, I get high for real, huh
While I'm fuckin' a new bitch, my mind still on you (on you)
Yeah, you said if I love you, I'll stop pills, but girl, I love them too (girl, I love them too)
15 when I started hearin' voices tellin' me to do it
I got rich off pain, we go on trips, it's black truck for the cruisin'
E'rybody said that love made you stupid, I fell for yo' delusion (fell for yo' delusion)
You met me when I was already scarred, I wish you met me sooner (met me sooner)
Bro put double Ds all on that hrrt, said that he hate late bloomers (hrrt, bah-bah)
You had left my side, I ain't wanna eat, and I really don't fuck with Ubers
She got my heart wrapped around her finger, fuck hos, I think she cuter
You said I lash out sometime off Percs, threw my shit down the sewer
Yeah, mama, I stole drugs from you, I acted like that shit was cool
Yeah, I be scared to sometimes be myself 'cause I got dark humor
Get angry when they tell me say how I feel, I'm just not for it
Got love for everybody, popped out to my first show in Concord
That rappin' nigga deal ain't talmbout shit, don't ask what I signed for
I had to say it every song, but I seen the signs, and I went blind for it
If I feel I'm finna OD on pills, I text her, "I amour you" (I amour you)
Every bitch fall in love with me, and I promise I never force it (I never force it)
I hope I don't geek out while we out to eat and you think I don't got decorum (I don't got decorum)
Yeah, you tell me you hate me, and I act like I don't care, but there's cuts all on my forearm (uh, uh)
He just want peace in his life, promise he mean no harm
Havin' thoughts of suicide, he just wanna go far
Yeah, they said love cost a lot, shit I might buy her Goyard
Yeah, once I catch you lyin', promise I want no parts (yeah)
We catch a opp in the mall, we tryna do they ass like Cold Hart (Cold Hart)
I hope all these drugs that I'm on don't turn me cold-hearted (cold-hearted)
Before I hurt her, she had matchin' feelings for me, I wonder where those are (where those are)
I'm tryna OD off 'em pills, I missed yo' text, I'm sorry (yeah, I'm sorry)
I don't do shit but spill my pain on the mic, and I worked a couple of Raris
They said I'd feel better if I relapse, but I don't believe them, so I do that hardly
All this pain might turn me evil as fuck like Joker, but you my Harley
Too paranoid, just know I ain't bein' myself if you catch me at a party (at a party)
Gettin' fame off of words really been my only good luck, but I'm not Charley (I'm not Charley)
We got soul ties, she hold my hand and say she feel my heartbeat
Told the bitch I'm with, "My baby" pull up to the crib with 15s in the car seat
Got a bad ho straight outta Cleveland, she love me, but she don't even know Kyrie (what the fuck?)
While I'm fuckin' a new bitch, my mind still on you (still on you)
Yeah, you said if I love you, I'll stop pills, but girl, I love them too (yeah)
15 when I started hearin' voices tellin' me to do it (tellin' me to do it)
I got rich off pain, we go on trips, it's black truck for the cruisin'
Yeah, we linked up, I wanted to link again 'cause I thought you was cool
I don't post our pictures on the web 'cause the internet cruel
I seen you had hit my phone, I ain't text back 'cause the shit you was doin'
I don't even wanna tell you where I'm at 'cause we gonna get into it like e'ry time
Blame me for all yo' problems, I'm tired of you doin' it
Yeah, I ignored you, I'm havin' a good day, won't let you ruin it
I got another ho givin' me good brain, I'm thinkin' 'bout you and shit
Spendin' so much money, I got her wonderin' how I'm doin' this shit
My ex bitch left me and I got rich as fuck, she ain't think I could do this shit
Yeah, now I treat these ho like shit, even if it's a cute lil' bitch
I was ridin' 'round with my heat, I ain't even know how to use this shit
Don't try to go ESPN, but now he on the news and shit
Yeah, my bros tryna go D1, and he went Fatt
I'm still runnin' from all my problems without these Roxies and these Xans
Okay, that's cool, you don't like me, we can just be friend
Hop out Forces and a white tee, I still feel like the man
Nigga, I still got on this Rollie, nigga, I still got all these bands (yeah)
Nigga, I still got 30K up in my face, my diamonds dance (yeah)
Light your bitch up in the dark, my bro spin like a ceilin' fan
I pay cases 5K in advance, but if he go kill him, it's ten grand
So I pay him another five when the body drop (drop), and you never give that bitch your whole heart (whole heart)
Whether you stay with me or leave, it's cool with me, shit, it's your choice (your choice)
Last night I popped eight RPs all at one time, I thought I saw God, yeah (God)
I threw all my hos down, I crossed my fingers and prayed I died
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Writer(s): Zion Thompson, Genesis Roland, Haynes Mckenzie
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