Marceline

Ha! I'm on the streets, perfect timing
Say she want me now cus I'm hot and I be flying
I got real hittas in the clique and they go sliding
But I be tucked away, in the dungeon making science, writing up a spell!
Watch em all love me now, I flew out of hell
Show me signs and rubber bands, this life just don't seem real
Counting green up, I don't need ya
Yo bitch ain't goth enough. Mine like Marceline yea

Doc Marten kicks up on my chick, she nice but she don't fuck round!
Prada fit yea with the stick, you popping shit, get gunned down!
The sun down but we up, all night
And when its lit right outside I stay with my pipe
I never felt the love but stay on drugs i'll be alright
My heart stay pumping blood, my heart stay breaking up
You give yo all, watch when you fall they all start switching up on ya
Hmm, I guess I'm not enough for ya
Hmm, I'd rather chill and put on Buffy, but I been popping rolling for 3 weeks the night life lovely
I'm thinking that its for me, hell yea I know its for me

I'm on the streets, perfect timing
Say she want me now cus I'm hot and I be flying
I got real hittas in the clique and they go sliding
But I be tucked away, in the dungeon making science, writing up a spell!

I'm on the streets, perfect timing
Say she want me now cus I'm hot and I be flying
I got real hittas in the clique and they go sliding
But I be tucked away, in the dungeon making science, writing up a spell!
Watch em all love me now, I flew out of hell
Show me signs and rubber bands, this life just don't seem real
Counting green up, I don't need ya
Yo bitch ain't goth enough. Mine like Marceline yea



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Writer(s): Reshard Brumfield
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