a fool, can't realize Hope plays a wicked game with the mind 'Cause I thought that love would bind I cannot revive what's already drowned She won't come around She's lost
'm a fool Can't realise, Hope plays a wicked game with the mind 'Cause I thought that love would bind I cannot revive what's already drowned She won't come around She's lost
m a fool Can't realise, Hope plays a wicked game with the mind 'Cause I thought that love would bind I cannot revive what's already drowned She won't come around She's lost
I'm a fool Can't realise, Hope plays a wicked game with the mind 'Cause I thought that love would bind I cannot revive what's already drowned She won't come around She's lost
likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun A bitch with a ass
with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With
From the jungle fam' where niggas bundle gram From below you tumble get merked on the humble ANNNNDD the gat on the belt on the hip ANNNNDD I keep a Pharrell with
relations And you're falling weightlessly Until the diary is done You're leaving the fear far behind And you're trying to battle with great temptation
it, and ya'll know that I'm with it/ I'll give anything for past sinnin' and take it back/ A hustlin' little nigga with cash, but now we grind a little
a lips Just a few thoughts that come to mind as a reminisce Temptation always be my nemesis A few sips then take it back to my premises Innocence lost
of a name And I've see it all, so I need a change Lost too many brethrens to the game And you could say temptation's to blame Temptation leads you like
You, you make me, you make feel like I've lost control And this temptation that I'll never let go I'm burning deep inside it's catchy You, you taking
Then we appear with grass Stains up and down my legs and arms And with a fresh beer clenched in my palm My bars are different class I've been rolling with
is still alive Praying like a sinner, crooked with the blues Lost all there is to lose Can't hear, can't see, can't touch, too much temptation Too high
will teach ya and f-ck the haters probably never love they momma's neither old bitter-ass sit around in middle class homes with computers on hating on
