Testo No Exit - Akinyele
Testo della canzone No Exit (Akinyele), tratta dall'album Vagina Diner
I wanna get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip
I wanna get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip
I met her in Queens, her personality was erotic
She asked me where I come from and I just replied, "The projects"
Love at first sight as she was starin', checkin' me up and down
Yeah, at the gear that I was wearin'
I had a North Face jacket, Polo shirt, diamond on my hand
Stone wash pants tucked inside of some Timberlands
Her eyes just stayed on my face
She threw her hand on my hip and felt the four fifth on my waist
Yo, my name is Ak, the hard rock from the block
Shoot at a cop with a Glock 'cause he tried to make the money stop
She didn't speak, she didn't start, she didn't talk
All of the sudden, let's take a walk through the park
But it was dark, she didn't bother
She probably thought I was tryna play
Her out like the Central Park Jogger
But that's not my style, that's what I'm tellin' ya
Give me your number and I'll probably call ya up on my cellular
At night we spoke for hours and hours and hours and hours
Hot convos turned into cold showers
Monogamy, yo, increase to pornography
Miss Astrologist because she look like astronomy
But I be dressin' sharper than the brothers with Farrakhan
Throwin' the lucky charm without a leprechaun's arm
Out on the streets, dealin' and stickin' up
I try to make her look appealin', I went out and start trickin' bucks
I got her all dressed up, she used to look messed up
Now all of her friends can't wait to be next up
I need to get her thoughts fixed up
Her brain fell in a blender, she got the stuff all mixed up
She caught me talkin' about it's quits, but that's that old bullshit
It ain't over 'til I say it's over, miss
So if you wanna catch a fit, you catch a melon split
Once you're in, it ain't no exit
I wanna get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip
I wanna get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip
I talk a good game of pain, I put it in your ear and let it rain
Benadryl couldn't stop the migraine once my voice touched your brain
So you could talk that fast slang dialect
But I got a TEC to keep you in check
Other words, make you come correct
Think you could stop givin' the lovin'
You must be smokin' pesticide because you're damn sure buggin'
After one hit, you're ready to split
What, are you test crashin' cars? That's that old dumb-dumb shit
You don't flatter me by tryna sign off
You best to take the batteries out
Your watch if you want some time off
I write my name on your street curb
So you could go scratch my letters, girl, if you wanna mark my words
I got the calamine beside me in case you wanna try me
And break out on my ass like poison ivy
You better take it at ease, roll up your sleeve
Be prepared to go all out like New Year's Eve
Tryna take my dough like a swagger
Girl, I have to bag ya, fall on your head like Niagara
Shit, you're bound to catch it once I start to flex it
Ayo, bum bitch, it ain't no exit
I wanna get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip
I wanna get out this relationship
But I'm scared that my man will flip
He always swears how he's gonna kill me
And fill me with the bullets from his clip
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Mitchell, Akinyele Adams
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