promises
(Sipping on lean yeah)
(Woah woah woah woah yeah yeah)
(You just never wanted me
Now I'm thinking bout the PROMISES
I don't care what your father said
I know he would rather have me dead)
You just never wanted me
Now I'm thinking bout the PROMISES
I don't care what your father said
I know he would rather have me dead
You full of shit
Why you lying?
All my brothers got me hiding in silence
From your bullshit and the crying and the pride yeah
I pop a bean and then I'm flying so high yeah (Yeah yeah)
Put the car into drive
Your bitch coming over, she gone spend the night
She gone ask me if I'll hit it just right
But I know she don't want this rap life
You just never wanted me
Now I'm thinking bout the PROMISES
I don't care what your father said
I know he would rather have me dead
Dead so dead
He gone call up the feds
If I come to your house
I'ma end up baked bread
I think I need some meds
Codeine whipping I got hella hoes
Leave your message at the tone
Why you acting out when I moved on?
We gotta streak and you still tryna fuck
I gotta leave so I don't get stuck
But can you please not hit me up
Hit me up
I'm so fucked up
I need some love
Someone to trust
You just never wanted me
Now I'm thinking bout the PROMISES
I don't care what your father said
I know he would rather have me dead
(Woah woah woah woah yeah yeah)
(You just never wanted me
Now I'm thinking bout the PROMISES
I don't care what your father said
I know he would rather have me dead)
You just never wanted me
Now I'm thinking bout the PROMISES
I don't care what your father said
I know he would rather have me dead
You full of shit
Why you lying?
All my brothers got me hiding in silence
From your bullshit and the crying and the pride yeah
I pop a bean and then I'm flying so high yeah (Yeah yeah)
Put the car into drive
Your bitch coming over, she gone spend the night
She gone ask me if I'll hit it just right
But I know she don't want this rap life
You just never wanted me
Now I'm thinking bout the PROMISES
I don't care what your father said
I know he would rather have me dead
Dead so dead
He gone call up the feds
If I come to your house
I'ma end up baked bread
I think I need some meds
Codeine whipping I got hella hoes
Leave your message at the tone
Why you acting out when I moved on?
We gotta streak and you still tryna fuck
I gotta leave so I don't get stuck
But can you please not hit me up
Hit me up
I'm so fucked up
I need some love
Someone to trust
You just never wanted me
Now I'm thinking bout the PROMISES
I don't care what your father said
I know he would rather have me dead
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Writer(s): Hunter Thammavongsa
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