1969
Yeah
These days
It's 1961
Time passes so fast when you on the run
Got me lurching in the streets of a dirty town
Got me tracking my heaven when I look around
Iron my shirt but it's that stinky blood
I ain't healing man, you know I be feeling down
They never ever ask me if I'm fine or nah
I ain't asking shit too, better gone and done
Fuck y'all money honey conversations
Always that one man chatting, "I got my relations"
Never get it, you better leave your damn expectations
Calling off these stupid ass, bonding declarations
Mely, told you if you can call me back, but
You never heard the message that I left, huh?
Date telling 1969, dial me
You know where to find me
Then go off and pick up the phone
Mama, mama, I feel so alone in this world
Mama, mama, I know
I know you miss your little girl
Things been real strange on the ground
Got lost and got never found
At least you can hear me out, yeah
Mama, mama, I feel so angry in this world
Now them tables all have turned
Put a little flame, they all got burned
Bones got tears, all these shit, yeah, I earned
Took my L's in silence, never did the dirt
But my peace of mind still filthy since my date of birth
Yeah, my date of birth
No sleep for 48 hours
Stones on my palms, now I'm boutta bring Thanos
Flexing with my tongue on y'all poor cowards
See the light, installing powers, clashing pen duo, crushing twin towers
The trouble is, think I have a life
Soon to meet you again on the other side
Open doors of the little car once we got
Let me hop in, with them red shoes that once you bought
Mama, mama, I feel so alone in this world
Mama, mama, I know
I know you miss your little girl
Things been real strange on the ground
Got lost and got never found
At least you can hear me out, yeah
Mama, mama, I feel so alone in this world
Mama, mama, I know
I know you miss your little girl
Things been real strange on the ground
Got lost and got never found
At least you can hear me out, yeah
These days
It's 1961
Time passes so fast when you on the run
Got me lurching in the streets of a dirty town
Got me tracking my heaven when I look around
Iron my shirt but it's that stinky blood
I ain't healing man, you know I be feeling down
They never ever ask me if I'm fine or nah
I ain't asking shit too, better gone and done
Fuck y'all money honey conversations
Always that one man chatting, "I got my relations"
Never get it, you better leave your damn expectations
Calling off these stupid ass, bonding declarations
Mely, told you if you can call me back, but
You never heard the message that I left, huh?
Date telling 1969, dial me
You know where to find me
Then go off and pick up the phone
Mama, mama, I feel so alone in this world
Mama, mama, I know
I know you miss your little girl
Things been real strange on the ground
Got lost and got never found
At least you can hear me out, yeah
Mama, mama, I feel so angry in this world
Now them tables all have turned
Put a little flame, they all got burned
Bones got tears, all these shit, yeah, I earned
Took my L's in silence, never did the dirt
But my peace of mind still filthy since my date of birth
Yeah, my date of birth
No sleep for 48 hours
Stones on my palms, now I'm boutta bring Thanos
Flexing with my tongue on y'all poor cowards
See the light, installing powers, clashing pen duo, crushing twin towers
The trouble is, think I have a life
Soon to meet you again on the other side
Open doors of the little car once we got
Let me hop in, with them red shoes that once you bought
Mama, mama, I feel so alone in this world
Mama, mama, I know
I know you miss your little girl
Things been real strange on the ground
Got lost and got never found
At least you can hear me out, yeah
Mama, mama, I feel so alone in this world
Mama, mama, I know
I know you miss your little girl
Things been real strange on the ground
Got lost and got never found
At least you can hear me out, yeah
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Writer(s): Eylul Deniz Karasu
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