Shady
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
I can't let you take my life from me
Left in pieces you ain't even save a slice for me, you not even thinking twice for me
Hear about you in the streets no you not right for me cause you
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
Got no heaven or a hell to put you in or another life to do this shit again
Did a little dirt your record just as clean as mine
Never broke a heart before don't worry give it time
Thats the funny thing bout shine, let them see too much and they got' rob you blind
So you always keep it
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
Got no heaven or a hell to put you in or another life to do this shit again
I don't live enough to young to stay alive
I guess 23 is the new 35
I've been making plans just to stay away
You can't see how far cause you're too in the way
I make no excuses I'm good with the Houston I don't need the Whitney
I don't mind a spliff and three bundles of Brittany
I can't shell out hate forever I don't have that in me
I feel like Mark Watney niggas planning how to get me shit so
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
I have no heaven or a hell to put them in or another life to do this all again
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
Got no heaven or a hell to put you in or another life to do this shit again
I can't let you take my life from me
Left in pieces you ain't even save a slice for me, you not even thinking twice for me
Hear about you in the streets no you not right for me cause you
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
Got no heaven or a hell to put you in or another life to do this shit again
Did a little dirt your record just as clean as mine
Never broke a heart before don't worry give it time
Thats the funny thing bout shine, let them see too much and they got' rob you blind
So you always keep it
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
Got no heaven or a hell to put you in or another life to do this shit again
I don't live enough to young to stay alive
I guess 23 is the new 35
I've been making plans just to stay away
You can't see how far cause you're too in the way
I make no excuses I'm good with the Houston I don't need the Whitney
I don't mind a spliff and three bundles of Brittany
I can't shell out hate forever I don't have that in me
I feel like Mark Watney niggas planning how to get me shit so
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
I have no heaven or a hell to put them in or another life to do this all again
Shady, shady, shady, shady, shady
Got no heaven or a hell to put you in or another life to do this shit again
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Brandt Jones
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