Left My Heart In London

Left my heart in London
Weed solve my problems
I am not your father
But I could be your father
This could go get awkward
Just get my fucking profits
I don't need no comments
I want my fucking commas
Monkey on my back and I can't get it the fuck off of it
Ain't good for that much so I don't know what the fuck you want from me
Somehow when I split life into slices it ain't that hard for me
Somehow if I get my mind right it could be all perfect

Kush smoke in abundance
Tell me really you want this
I could be your mother
Stead I'm just a fucker
I'm firm like bulgogi
Sauteed beef with onion
White boy eat this pussy
Then I trauma dump him
Ok sorry I'm toxic
Give me my fucking money
If it ain't my birthday why she put that cake on me?
I'm trying to get this money but its fuck the US government
If you ain't trying to get it for me could you get the fuck from me?
Standing in this puddle of water I guess that the rain chose me
I feel like a alien this world it don't want me
I feel like a alien this world it don't want me



Credits
Writer(s): Yurel Watson
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