CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : L.O.V.E. (Living Out Various Emotions)
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Billy Dee Mahogany
Kill a n***a while he joggin', the world is so toxic, I always feel like they watchin' me
That's what happens when you're the blood of the Anunnakis
Always a leader but the streets guarded me
Beautiful goddess, but heartless, I paid her to lie to me
Yeah she's f**kin' for singles but dreamin' to be monogamous
All you n***as wanna be the G.O.A.T. but if the industry sold you n***as dreams, what would you buy from it?
My granny followed the teachers of greedy protestants
He passed the plate again then I'll be nauseous
Sick to my stomach, they took her money claimed that it was for the buildin' fundin'
But the ceilin' leakin', ain't no water runnin'
I was a youngin' duckin' squad cars
Cuttin' class just to move hard
But I ain't have the heart
Unless we talkin' fist fights, I'm in the scuffle
Sometime the shooter could be the n***a that say he love you (Love you)
Uh, I heard that all the real n***as die when the temperatures rise (Temperatures rise)
I heard that all the real n***as die when the temperatures rise (Rise)
Lord, I keep my ass up out the street, baby (Streets, baby)
I took advice from a fiend, baby (Fiend, baby)
I, yeah I do, got some dreams, baby
But it's hard bein' loved when your love don't look like me
Billy Dee Mahogany
Kill a n***a while he joggin', the world is so toxic, I always feel like they watchin' me
That's what happens when you're the blood of the Anunnakis
Always a leader but the streets guarded me
Beautiful goddess, but heartless, I paid her to lie to me
Yeah she's f**kin' for singles but dreamin' to be monogamous
All you n***as wanna be the G.O.A.T. but if the industry sold you n***as dreams, what would you buy from it?
My granny followed the teachers of greedy protestants
He passed the plate again then I'll be nauseous
Sick to my stomach, they took her money claimed that it was for the buildin' fundin'
But the ceilin' leakin', ain't no water runnin'
I was a youngin' duckin' squad cars
Cuttin' class just to move hard
But I ain't have the heart
Unless we talkin' fist fights, I'm in the scuffle
Sometime the shooter could be the n***a that say he love you (Love you)
Uh, I heard that all the real n***as die when the temperatures rise (Temperatures rise)
I heard that all the real n***as die when the temperatures rise (Rise)
Lord, I keep my ass up out the street, baby (Streets, baby)
I took advice from a fiend, baby (Fiend, baby)
I, yeah I do, got some dreams, baby
But it's hard bein' loved when your love don't look like me
