Letras
London girls, they always break my heart
My heart, my heart
So I don't wanna fall for you
'Cause I don't need any more scars
When I slap my dick on the table
Everyone's gonna shut their mouth
Apart from your girlfriend, here for the weekend
And I laughed so hard, nearly pissed myself
This coulda been hard but it's soft as shit
Born in the sticks but raised in hell
Stop giving me fame for Christmas
I wanted a kiss from Tinkerbell
My hands were greasy, I told that waitress
"Come help me in the restroom"
I was fucking joking, now she's following me
So we turned that stool to bedroom
At night I sit by the window
And think 'bout the things I went through
Yeah, I lost my life to the pain I hide, I'm hit
Sitting with bullet holes and air tubes
Sometimes I wonder, where did my innocence go?
When did I mess up? Where did I trip up? Why did it just go wrong?
Where will I end up? Why did I give up?
Did I really just sell my soul?
Nobody wanna hear no serious shit, they wanna hear fucking jokes
Put my dick on the kitchen table, hoping that my wife will taste
If I make some semen ice cubes, would you let them go to waste?
Everyone's got something to say
That's why I don't care what I'm writing
Bimbos typing, hoes lip biting
They say that I'm fucked like a paigon gliding
When I slap my dick on the table
Everyone's gonna shut their mouth
Apart from your girlfriend, here for the weekend
And I laughed so hard, nearly pissed myself
This coulda been hard but it's soft as shit
Born in the sticks but raised in hell
Stop giving me fame for Christmas
I wanted a kiss from Tinkerbell
My hands were greasy, I told that waitress
"Come help me in the restroom"
I was fucking joking, now she's following me
So we turned that stool to bedroom
At night I sit by the window
And think 'bout the things I went through
Yeah, I lost my life to the pain I hide, I'm hit
Sitting with bullet holes and air tubes
Don't feel sympathetic, I caused this shit on myself
Like a dirty nappy, I changed myself 'cause nobody wanted to help
I'm feeling like Chunky's cousin, but I'm fucking with Annabelle
I feel like my chest is open like a hot topless female
Yeah, I seen what the haters cheer for
So I'm grateful they hate on me
'Cause I'm cut from a different cloth like my pair of jeans
They know I'm a different breed
On the mic I'm Assassin's Creed
But I'm real so I'm hard to read
Anyone got something to say?
Speak now or forever hold your peace, 'cause
When I slap my dick on the table
Everyone's gonna shut their mouth
Apart from your girlfriend, here for the weekend
And I laughed so hard, nearly pissed myself
This coulda been hard but it's soft as shit
Born in the sticks but raised in hell
Stop giving me fame for Christmas
I wanted a kiss from Tinkerbell
My hands were greasy, I told that waitress
"Come help me in the restroom"
I was fucking joking, now she's following me
So we turned that stool to bedroom
At night I sit by the window
And think 'bout the things I went through
Yeah, I lost my life to the pain I hide, I'm hit
Sitting with bullet holes and air tubes