CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Internally
Don't know if she loves me or this song
GeeHues you did this one
Don't know if she loves me or this song
Don't know if she loves me or this song
Wonder in my heart, is she really for me?
All this lyin' put me in a bad mood
So I think today I might just skip the foreplay
I'm not tryna be obtrusive, I'm just tryna be conclusive
And I really think that this is the end
When in Rome call all my bros
Think my heart, it turned to stone
It's a lie when you said you a friend
Stuck in a dark mindset
Maybe it is time to phone a friend
Told myself that I'm not going out like this
I'ma stick through it, through the [?]
Spеnt three stacks on my new fit
Face three blunts, yeah, now I'm lit
Yеah, I'm just a troubled kid
Out in Paris, counting quid
And I got a shooter who finna loot ya
.223's gon' pop your lid
I'm finna program and reboot ya
Goin' in a normal kid
But that's just me talkin' 'bout all the money, sure you know that I use it as a cover-up
I have anxiety and it resides with me until it bubbles up and I throw up
I put my feelings out, song after song
Tell the truth, goddamn, is it wrong?
I sing the words and they singing along
And nobody ever hittin' my phone
So I had to get a green on my go
No, I'm never gonna stop for nothin'
And these n***as wanna get in my way
f**k the feelings, AK's and bust them
Homie's loaded up then they bussin'
There ain't no need for discussion
My heart already stone cold
There ain't no room for trustin'
GeeHues you did this one
Don't know if she loves me or this song
Don't know if she loves me or this song
Wonder in my heart, is she really for me?
All this lyin' put me in a bad mood
So I think today I might just skip the foreplay
I'm not tryna be obtrusive, I'm just tryna be conclusive
And I really think that this is the end
When in Rome call all my bros
Think my heart, it turned to stone
It's a lie when you said you a friend
Stuck in a dark mindset
Maybe it is time to phone a friend
Told myself that I'm not going out like this
I'ma stick through it, through the [?]
Spеnt three stacks on my new fit
Face three blunts, yeah, now I'm lit
Yеah, I'm just a troubled kid
Out in Paris, counting quid
And I got a shooter who finna loot ya
.223's gon' pop your lid
I'm finna program and reboot ya
Goin' in a normal kid
But that's just me talkin' 'bout all the money, sure you know that I use it as a cover-up
I have anxiety and it resides with me until it bubbles up and I throw up
I put my feelings out, song after song
Tell the truth, goddamn, is it wrong?
I sing the words and they singing along
And nobody ever hittin' my phone
So I had to get a green on my go
No, I'm never gonna stop for nothin'
And these n***as wanna get in my way
f**k the feelings, AK's and bust them
Homie's loaded up then they bussin'
There ain't no need for discussion
My heart already stone cold
There ain't no room for trustin'
