Secrets
Call me out on my insolence
And I'll ask you where did you all begin
And you'll get mad with those dirty lips
But I'll say it right it's the end
Call me out again
But I swear swear that you've been running round
Going round my head
With your friends but they ain't sticking round
Tell me what you said
But you whisper that that you going out
Left me here for dead
But you don't care care what you calling bout
Call me out again
But I swear swear that you've been running out
Running round my head
With your friends but where they all at now
Tell me what you said
But you whisper that that you going out
Left me here for dead
But you don't care care what you calling bout
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
I've had to many shots can't see straight
Walked straight down the dim room stairway
I know that's where my hell awaits
You been calling me out your angry
I see this could take us decades
Call me out again
But I swear swear that you've been running round
Going round my head
With your friends but they ain't sticking round
Tell me what you said
But you whisper that that you going out
Left me here for dead
But you don't care care what you calling bout
Call me out again
But I swear swear that you've been running out
Running round my head
With your friends but they all at now
Tell me what you said
But you whisper that that you going out
Left me here for dead
But you don't care care what you calling bout
And I'll ask you where did you all begin
And you'll get mad with those dirty lips
But I'll say it right it's the end
Call me out again
But I swear swear that you've been running round
Going round my head
With your friends but they ain't sticking round
Tell me what you said
But you whisper that that you going out
Left me here for dead
But you don't care care what you calling bout
Call me out again
But I swear swear that you've been running out
Running round my head
With your friends but where they all at now
Tell me what you said
But you whisper that that you going out
Left me here for dead
But you don't care care what you calling bout
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
I've had to many shots can't see straight
Walked straight down the dim room stairway
I know that's where my hell awaits
You been calling me out your angry
I see this could take us decades
Call me out again
But I swear swear that you've been running round
Going round my head
With your friends but they ain't sticking round
Tell me what you said
But you whisper that that you going out
Left me here for dead
But you don't care care what you calling bout
Call me out again
But I swear swear that you've been running out
Running round my head
With your friends but they all at now
Tell me what you said
But you whisper that that you going out
Left me here for dead
But you don't care care what you calling bout
Credits
Writer(s): Devin Brown
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