It's Been a Pleasure
It's been a pleasure spending time like I ain't 25
We just bought some converse cons and go home in 35
Then you say "I'm done with you" wish I know that it is true
Still saying that I miss you hope you know it ain't true
Shawty still mi amor, tiko
She more like the glamour, tiko
Stuck within the righteous migo 'cause this chic give head for me
My head is spinning cause this fucking alchemy
I hope this agony will not be a blasphemy
What we fighting for?
This ain't love
I'd rather be let go
What we fighting for?
This ain't love
I'd rather be let go
I don't wanna see your face no more
I don't wanna see your face no more
I don't wanna see your face no more
I don't wanna see your face no more
Least your smile still lives
But my heart's gone
And my common sense shift from the Ivy Street
Hunnid kilos from I sleep
Give yourself a round please
Let me go don't you ever need me
This for better you know
Now you are free
Independent make my mind
Free of your thought don't you get it
Never sell my soul just to get pop, get hot
Ain't love fuck that shit ain't worth it
I don't wanna die for this shit
I got bills unpaid I might rob for this shit
She got her hands on me how am I wrong for her wrists
I walk through hellfire for a bitch
I don't see no wrong in this shit
And my pops no saint he a sinner in them streets
So I won't come late when I jump that gate
I won't be blamed for the things that she left unsaid
We just bought some converse cons and go home in 35
Then you say "I'm done with you" wish I know that it is true
Still saying that I miss you hope you know it ain't true
Shawty still mi amor, tiko
She more like the glamour, tiko
Stuck within the righteous migo 'cause this chic give head for me
My head is spinning cause this fucking alchemy
I hope this agony will not be a blasphemy
What we fighting for?
This ain't love
I'd rather be let go
What we fighting for?
This ain't love
I'd rather be let go
I don't wanna see your face no more
I don't wanna see your face no more
I don't wanna see your face no more
I don't wanna see your face no more
Least your smile still lives
But my heart's gone
And my common sense shift from the Ivy Street
Hunnid kilos from I sleep
Give yourself a round please
Let me go don't you ever need me
This for better you know
Now you are free
Independent make my mind
Free of your thought don't you get it
Never sell my soul just to get pop, get hot
Ain't love fuck that shit ain't worth it
I don't wanna die for this shit
I got bills unpaid I might rob for this shit
She got her hands on me how am I wrong for her wrists
I walk through hellfire for a bitch
I don't see no wrong in this shit
And my pops no saint he a sinner in them streets
So I won't come late when I jump that gate
I won't be blamed for the things that she left unsaid
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Writer(s): Pramusinto Damarjati
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