Roses In the Desert (feat. KTM111 & 5hark)
Let's go
I don't talk for the money, don't worry
At the park, big time, I'm balling
Spend my shit on a KFC then I come home in a hurry
It's ok if I'm being late
I told my mama I'm coming early
Yesterday I would've loved you
But you missed this bus and I'm sorry
Yeah
But I'm not really sorry
All the patience in this world, but this does not mean something
Playing me like a fucking game
And I hope you lost your bet
With all the time I've lost to wait
I had to open to you my gate
Yeh, I said I'm sorry
But I'm not really sorry
Had to wait at the door for you, got me spicy like curry
Fuck around with my head too much
That's the end of the story
Ok, I'm writing about you but this does not mean that I care, no no
In my complaining too much my mind's screaming
This shit ain't fair
So slomo
To the moment when you lied to make a promise
And you talked to me about some guy named Thomas
I never gave shit about you
You is a petty hoe
Just thought you were pretty
Didn't care about your Gucci clothes
Acting like the fuckboy, at school you just was the hot
Girl you didn't even act, you really was the thot
They weren't really homies
Inexperienced give you that
I recall pussy friends on me, between them they love to chat
Now I appreciate my bros, for everything I have
An ex wanted a dick to lick
Dumb chick
I don't talk for the money, don't worry
At the park, big time, I'm balling
Spend my shit on a KFC then I come home in a hurry
It's ok if I'm being late
I told my mama I'm coming early
Yesterday I would've loved you
But you missed this bus and I'm sorry
Yeah
But I'm not really sorry
All the patience in this world, but this does not mean something
Playing me like a fucking game
And I hope you lost your bet
With all the time I've lost to wait
I had to open to you my gate
(My gate)
Yeah, mmmh but I'm not really sorry
Had to wait at the door for you, got me spicy like curry
Fuck around with my head too much
That's the end of the story
I've changed in many ways, turned my life for the better
I've still got ways to go, but I'm proud of where I'm at now
Unsure about myself so I often put on a sweatshirt
Then I found her, like a rose in the desert, yeh
I don't talk for the money, don't worry
At the park, big time, I'm balling
Spend my shit on a KFC then I come home in a hurry
It's ok if I'm being late
I told my mama I'm coming early
Yesterday I would've loved you
But you missed this bus and I'm sorry
Yeah
But I'm not really sorry
All the patience in this world, but this does not mean something
Playing me like a fucking game
And I hope you lost your bet
With all the time I've lost to wait
I had to open to you my gate
Yeh, I said I'm sorry
But I'm not really sorry
Had to wait at the door for you, got me spicy like curry
Fuck around with my head too much
That's the end of the story
Ok, I'm writing about you but this does not mean that I care, no no
In my complaining too much my mind's screaming
This shit ain't fair
So slomo
To the moment when you lied to make a promise
And you talked to me about some guy named Thomas
I never gave shit about you
You is a petty hoe
Just thought you were pretty
Didn't care about your Gucci clothes
Acting like the fuckboy, at school you just was the hot
Girl you didn't even act, you really was the thot
They weren't really homies
Inexperienced give you that
I recall pussy friends on me, between them they love to chat
Now I appreciate my bros, for everything I have
An ex wanted a dick to lick
Dumb chick
I don't talk for the money, don't worry
At the park, big time, I'm balling
Spend my shit on a KFC then I come home in a hurry
It's ok if I'm being late
I told my mama I'm coming early
Yesterday I would've loved you
But you missed this bus and I'm sorry
Yeah
But I'm not really sorry
All the patience in this world, but this does not mean something
Playing me like a fucking game
And I hope you lost your bet
With all the time I've lost to wait
I had to open to you my gate
(My gate)
Yeah, mmmh but I'm not really sorry
Had to wait at the door for you, got me spicy like curry
Fuck around with my head too much
That's the end of the story
I've changed in many ways, turned my life for the better
I've still got ways to go, but I'm proud of where I'm at now
Unsure about myself so I often put on a sweatshirt
Then I found her, like a rose in the desert, yeh
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Bianchi
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