Letras
I seem to go for Naija men that love to have me stressing
My brethren's told me to broad my pool I might be blocking blessings
Enrolling up in the school of life and learning all these lessons
'Cause time has been in the essence and clearly it's getting pressing
I'm pressing buttons I'm clued my braid looks just like Medusa
I'm trying to get all my food up
I'm rapping man uh uh uh
A lyrical assassination I've put in placement 'cause
I ain't bout to serve the main course this a taster
I roll around the ends find peace like I'm buddha
Roll deep got my hood up
No beef cause I'm good up
You wanna be bad so bad and its boring
You constantly bring up old shit and I'm yawning
You constantly bring up old shit, shit shit shit
Aye like it's the hate hollow and worry I hang on it
Took a millisecond composure to language this
Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it
Thoughts of walking into the sun but our hands don't fit
Still jiggy I got it
I pay for it I want it
I spend look at this change
I stay stuck in some pain
I stand still in the rain
My hair can't back it
Knee deep in your love my heart can't hack it
The constant need for affection it keep me robust
But the topic headed right back to the rearrange gut
I was trying to get you to drop me and you and make us
Your infatuation with pussy it keep your eyes block
Why they teaching that woman's the problem educate us
And why you had me deep in my feelings a sorry can't run
Seen Eve with Apple
Lead me into battle
For a piece he would break his bond with Jesus I'm rattled
For a piece he would let it all all fall down
For a piece he would burn this whole thing to the ground
For a piece he would fuck up on his best friends girl
For a piece he would aye, aye, aye, like
It's the hate hollow and worry I hang on it
Took a millisecond composure to language this
Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it
Thoughts of walking into the sun but our hands don't fit
It's the hate hollow and worry I hang on it
Took a millisecond composure to language this
Every sentence leaving your lip I would hang on it
Thoughts of walking into the sun but our hands don't fit