Doomed From the Start
She dressed way up more than usual,
Moon light, Hair down with painted cuticles
We had Lust, oww Too beautiful, Broken trust, you know youth and all,
Looking in her pupil
Up and down
Checking if she truthful
Fake tears who do you fool?
Packed ma bags, had ma clothes in the trunk
Phone my boys, talking let's hit da club
Emperors New groove, we finna get krunk
Shout out the times u tried to mess ma life up
Bonjour fate, Dinner dates I burnt the stake. Joan of arc
In my soul where I hold ya heart
Its 8 running late its like 20 past.
She told me ignore, they said we wouldn't last
Now I laugh looking at da past
We was doomed from the start
We was doomed from the start
Tune in my harp
We were Losing the spark
Immaculate from the womb n' due a vacation
Straight to the uber jet through the station
Heat in a bush, patiently wait
Heat on there feet, step on there necks
It ain't hemmingway, ain't a letter to F
But where i kept my demerits, rest my severance check
My wage basic respect, the main event ain't
Turn up, on my ones, but she sent me a message, yeahh
Pennin' a menace, check in for a bev
Let it - get to tepid, forget it, and i step
Canned - wag beef, the choir come in thick
Banshee, track heat, dying in a sink
Classified info, hands behind ya mink
No peaking, deal or no eyes behind ya cheek
I grip ya fingers tight, guide around and we
From the womb to the tomb shoulda known we were doomed from the start
We was doomed from the start
Tune in my harp
We were Losing the spark
Moon light, Hair down with painted cuticles
We had Lust, oww Too beautiful, Broken trust, you know youth and all,
Looking in her pupil
Up and down
Checking if she truthful
Fake tears who do you fool?
Packed ma bags, had ma clothes in the trunk
Phone my boys, talking let's hit da club
Emperors New groove, we finna get krunk
Shout out the times u tried to mess ma life up
Bonjour fate, Dinner dates I burnt the stake. Joan of arc
In my soul where I hold ya heart
Its 8 running late its like 20 past.
She told me ignore, they said we wouldn't last
Now I laugh looking at da past
We was doomed from the start
We was doomed from the start
Tune in my harp
We were Losing the spark
Immaculate from the womb n' due a vacation
Straight to the uber jet through the station
Heat in a bush, patiently wait
Heat on there feet, step on there necks
It ain't hemmingway, ain't a letter to F
But where i kept my demerits, rest my severance check
My wage basic respect, the main event ain't
Turn up, on my ones, but she sent me a message, yeahh
Pennin' a menace, check in for a bev
Let it - get to tepid, forget it, and i step
Canned - wag beef, the choir come in thick
Banshee, track heat, dying in a sink
Classified info, hands behind ya mink
No peaking, deal or no eyes behind ya cheek
I grip ya fingers tight, guide around and we
From the womb to the tomb shoulda known we were doomed from the start
We was doomed from the start
Tune in my harp
We were Losing the spark
Credits
Writer(s): Jesse Atta-hayford, Nathaniel Kyle Lawrence, Nathaniel Lawrence
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