CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : No Love Songs
I'ma try my best to not make this a love song
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and all they shot was one round
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like "where Ricky?"
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
Hop in a Porsche Cayenne, when I'm flyin'
We just spеnt fifteen thousand on Amiri pants
I got on so many rings, I ain't a married man
I just be pullin' thesе strings with all my hand
Personal problems got me overthinking, I don't need no friends
And the way I wrote this track will make it seem like it's a bane
The way the money flowing in, you gon' think this is the same [?] from last time
I like that guy, oh yeah
Trying to save her, I became a bad guy
All of this water on my chain, I can get you baptized
I'm goin' through so much pain, but I can't feel a thing
Because this perc 15's is inside of me
I'ma try my best to not make this a love song
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and all they shot was one round
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like "where Ricky?"
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
I told my bro "sh*t get real, don't you trust nobody"
I know they wonderin' why a n***a been so cold hearted
I won't even tell my mami if I caught a body
'Cause you got no choice but to say less if you don't know about it
I used to be up in the Jacks, smoking up the whole lobby
I always thought I needed help, but that was the old Artist
And I'm tryna stop making love songs 'cause you know my body
If you feel a way, girl, just say it, can we just talk about it?
If you feel a way can we be, yeah
If you feeling a way, don't do me greasy
I been feeling so fake, why don't I treat you like you treat me?
They looking at my chain and you see 3D
Glass on the face and I'm in New York, smoking on GG
I really miss my n***a Beasty
n***as throwing subs, have that same energy when you see me
I can't hold a gun no more, 'cause I'm a liability
I'ma try my best to not make this a love song
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and all they shot was one round
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like "where Ricky?"
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and all they shot was one round
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like "where Ricky?"
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
Hop in a Porsche Cayenne, when I'm flyin'
We just spеnt fifteen thousand on Amiri pants
I got on so many rings, I ain't a married man
I just be pullin' thesе strings with all my hand
Personal problems got me overthinking, I don't need no friends
And the way I wrote this track will make it seem like it's a bane
The way the money flowing in, you gon' think this is the same [?] from last time
I like that guy, oh yeah
Trying to save her, I became a bad guy
All of this water on my chain, I can get you baptized
I'm goin' through so much pain, but I can't feel a thing
Because this perc 15's is inside of me
I'ma try my best to not make this a love song
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and all they shot was one round
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like "where Ricky?"
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
I told my bro "sh*t get real, don't you trust nobody"
I know they wonderin' why a n***a been so cold hearted
I won't even tell my mami if I caught a body
'Cause you got no choice but to say less if you don't know about it
I used to be up in the Jacks, smoking up the whole lobby
I always thought I needed help, but that was the old Artist
And I'm tryna stop making love songs 'cause you know my body
If you feel a way, girl, just say it, can we just talk about it?
If you feel a way can we be, yeah
If you feeling a way, don't do me greasy
I been feeling so fake, why don't I treat you like you treat me?
They looking at my chain and you see 3D
Glass on the face and I'm in New York, smoking on GG
I really miss my n***a Beasty
n***as throwing subs, have that same energy when you see me
I can't hold a gun no more, 'cause I'm a liability
I'ma try my best to not make this a love song
Tryna fight depression, I can't put the drugs down
He dropped out of school, he was interested in cocaine
Man, they killed that boy and all they shot was one round
News' article saying another gang member dead in my city
I'm losing faith like B.I.G. and I'm feeling like I'm Biggie
And I want my G hanging out the window like "where Ricky?"
Being up in that truck, these magazines all fifty
Come get with me
