Hell Memories
Yeah, like, I don't know what the fuck's going on in my head, like, I'm very conflicted right now
I don't know how to feel, but I'm here
Yeah
Thought I was the one, guess not, well done
I fucked it up, move to the next one
Try to catch me when I'm on the run
My ass too fast, burn it like the sun
Just wanna be myself like, so bad
Wanna put myself through hell, like pass
But I don't mean that, yeah, not that man
And I wanna suffer, gotta stand
Thought I was the one, guess not, well done
I fucked it up, move to the next one
Try to catch me when I'm on the run
My ass too fast, burn it like the sun
Just wanna be myself like, so bad
Wanna put myself through hell, like pass
But I don't mean that, yeah, not that man
And I wanna suffer, got a plan
All the time I wanna quit
But she sticking to my dick
She can't get up, but she wanna go in
She know that the money rolling in
Like you on a controller
Smashing with the new controller
Talking Ultimate bitch, I troll her
Spike that bitch at the pit, it's over (And it's over)
Brand new ring in the bin, let's go
Leaving a voice mail, say hello
Double D jiggle like jello
And that ass soft like a marshmallow
She so hot like a Flamin' Moe
Ponytail tied when she wanna blow
Got Sisyphus pushing on this stone
No Syphilis on me, gotta go
Rub me like a worry stone
Walking at night all alone
Yeah, I lick her like a cone
Yeah, I'm stiffer than a bone
That's why that bitch call me Brook
When she Snap me, told me look
Broke my heart like, as you should
Knew it from the start, but I thought we could
Got this far with no red flag
Walk around Mayfair, Goyard bag
If I'm allowed, stay there, make her dab
Back in the day, but she fake her back
Never been dumped, 'cause I end it first
I'm the asshole and it hurts
Your bitch singing to my verse
When she bored, fuck in her skirt
I can't rap, that's funny, you mad
Dollar store glasses, backwards cap
Tell me what happened, Winston pack
Got tar in your veins and your brain, hold that
Smoke that joint, got hella pork loin
Got a dry throat, but I flip the coin
Under the covers, got no toy
Do all the work, 'cause I'm that boy
Transform to a beast, that Monster Point
Chopper shit, not NLE boy
Last bitch I fucked called Emily Choi
My sword be flamin' like I'm Roy
Moving slowly like a Koi
Tights so holey, she annoyed
Making bank, so call me Lloyd
All the dough that she enjoy
Thought I was the one, guess not, well done
I fucked it up, move to the next one
Try to catch me when I'm on the run
My ass too fast, burn it like the sun
Just wanna be myself like, so bad
Wanna put myself through hell, like pass
But I don't mean that, yeah, not that man
And I wanna suffer, gotta stand
Thought I was the one, guess not, well done
I fucked it up, move to the next one
Try to catch me when I'm on the run
My ass too fast, burn it like the sun
Just wanna be myself like, so bad
Wanna put myself through hell, like pass
But I don't mean that, yeah, not that man
And I wanna suffer, got a plan
I don't know how to feel, but I'm here
Yeah
Thought I was the one, guess not, well done
I fucked it up, move to the next one
Try to catch me when I'm on the run
My ass too fast, burn it like the sun
Just wanna be myself like, so bad
Wanna put myself through hell, like pass
But I don't mean that, yeah, not that man
And I wanna suffer, gotta stand
Thought I was the one, guess not, well done
I fucked it up, move to the next one
Try to catch me when I'm on the run
My ass too fast, burn it like the sun
Just wanna be myself like, so bad
Wanna put myself through hell, like pass
But I don't mean that, yeah, not that man
And I wanna suffer, got a plan
All the time I wanna quit
But she sticking to my dick
She can't get up, but she wanna go in
She know that the money rolling in
Like you on a controller
Smashing with the new controller
Talking Ultimate bitch, I troll her
Spike that bitch at the pit, it's over (And it's over)
Brand new ring in the bin, let's go
Leaving a voice mail, say hello
Double D jiggle like jello
And that ass soft like a marshmallow
She so hot like a Flamin' Moe
Ponytail tied when she wanna blow
Got Sisyphus pushing on this stone
No Syphilis on me, gotta go
Rub me like a worry stone
Walking at night all alone
Yeah, I lick her like a cone
Yeah, I'm stiffer than a bone
That's why that bitch call me Brook
When she Snap me, told me look
Broke my heart like, as you should
Knew it from the start, but I thought we could
Got this far with no red flag
Walk around Mayfair, Goyard bag
If I'm allowed, stay there, make her dab
Back in the day, but she fake her back
Never been dumped, 'cause I end it first
I'm the asshole and it hurts
Your bitch singing to my verse
When she bored, fuck in her skirt
I can't rap, that's funny, you mad
Dollar store glasses, backwards cap
Tell me what happened, Winston pack
Got tar in your veins and your brain, hold that
Smoke that joint, got hella pork loin
Got a dry throat, but I flip the coin
Under the covers, got no toy
Do all the work, 'cause I'm that boy
Transform to a beast, that Monster Point
Chopper shit, not NLE boy
Last bitch I fucked called Emily Choi
My sword be flamin' like I'm Roy
Moving slowly like a Koi
Tights so holey, she annoyed
Making bank, so call me Lloyd
All the dough that she enjoy
Thought I was the one, guess not, well done
I fucked it up, move to the next one
Try to catch me when I'm on the run
My ass too fast, burn it like the sun
Just wanna be myself like, so bad
Wanna put myself through hell, like pass
But I don't mean that, yeah, not that man
And I wanna suffer, gotta stand
Thought I was the one, guess not, well done
I fucked it up, move to the next one
Try to catch me when I'm on the run
My ass too fast, burn it like the sun
Just wanna be myself like, so bad
Wanna put myself through hell, like pass
But I don't mean that, yeah, not that man
And I wanna suffer, got a plan
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Writer(s): Angelo Adhen
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