East Village
We could go back but it won't be the same
I know you know that but it's still on your brain
You think you love him
But that nigga is a lame
I'm bout to burn it
Burn the whole thing to flames
And we could go back
But what really change
I know you know that
But you still got some pain
You think you love him
But this shit not a game
I'm bout to burn it
Baby it's such a shame
I pull up the latest she that I'm faded
I'm smoking this funky
My bitch thick and chunky
I'm counting my money
She pull up come suck me
Sometimes she bring her friends and they all come fuck me
Might think that I'm lucky
I worked hard for this
Remember days when no bitch wanna give me kiss
I ain't shooting no fade cause this gun on my hip
If a nigga talk crazy get shot in the lip
I'm not taking no breaks I ain't playing with this
Every song is a hit when I swing I don't miss
I'm a rockstar like Jimmy Hendrix mixed with Kiss
I'm a ghost girl I disappear most when it's lit
You're the worst girl my only fear when I get lit
And I can't trust no hoes cause these hoes counterfeit
And you not gon be here and I'm hating this shit
Thought I waited for this
We could go back but it won't be the same
I know you know that but it's still on your brain
You think you love him
But that nigga is a lame
I'm bout to burn it
Burn the whole thing to flames
We could go back but it won't be the same
I know you know that but it's still on your brain
You think you love him
But that nigga is a lame
I'm bout to burn it
Burn the whole thing to flames
I know you know that but it's still on your brain
You think you love him
But that nigga is a lame
I'm bout to burn it
Burn the whole thing to flames
And we could go back
But what really change
I know you know that
But you still got some pain
You think you love him
But this shit not a game
I'm bout to burn it
Baby it's such a shame
I pull up the latest she that I'm faded
I'm smoking this funky
My bitch thick and chunky
I'm counting my money
She pull up come suck me
Sometimes she bring her friends and they all come fuck me
Might think that I'm lucky
I worked hard for this
Remember days when no bitch wanna give me kiss
I ain't shooting no fade cause this gun on my hip
If a nigga talk crazy get shot in the lip
I'm not taking no breaks I ain't playing with this
Every song is a hit when I swing I don't miss
I'm a rockstar like Jimmy Hendrix mixed with Kiss
I'm a ghost girl I disappear most when it's lit
You're the worst girl my only fear when I get lit
And I can't trust no hoes cause these hoes counterfeit
And you not gon be here and I'm hating this shit
Thought I waited for this
We could go back but it won't be the same
I know you know that but it's still on your brain
You think you love him
But that nigga is a lame
I'm bout to burn it
Burn the whole thing to flames
We could go back but it won't be the same
I know you know that but it's still on your brain
You think you love him
But that nigga is a lame
I'm bout to burn it
Burn the whole thing to flames
Credits
Writer(s): Apollo Kade
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