Scar Tissue
I'm living the single life
I make cameos often
Jammy stay off in
Something soft
From Miami to Austin
Got damn
He the man
He need a grammy
For tossing
Panties in grand portions
Then I hand them the coffin
The booty call king
I mingle at nights
Singling types
No wife
Just sprinkling pipe
To groupies and flings
I'm the Chris cringle
Bring you the man dingo
One night
We can kiss twice
Then I take flight
Like it ain't no thing
I blank on dames
Treat dimes
Like they aint no change
Aint no chains
They crying like
He aint go change
If I stay with them though
Depends
How I rate they fallacio
Or how she takes a ratio
Of bro
In her face or a hole
Wait
Still no place for her Tho
Ma
Love don't live here
This thug sincere
Get Xed
Once I'm in your belly
Ty disappears in thin air
All you hear is Parrellis
I tear up my celli
Its then clear
I don't care yea
I'm hard on them Yō
Scarred to the soul
Baby par
Lady broads
Made it hard on the bro
Good girls go bad
Leaving scars just to show
Lord only knows
I'm hard on them Yō
Scarred to the soul
Baby par
Lady broads
Made it hard on the bro
Good girls go bad
Leaving scars just to show
Lord only knows
We ain't doing no dating
Or escapading
Even if the sex is amazing
Yous a X
In the making
No guessing
Debating
Mistaking me
For the rest
Get awakened
I ain't taken stress
I'll just step
And leave you left
With the aching
There's no ties
With ty
I ain't pressed
With the playing
Im pressure
Im saying
Goodbye
This very second
And waving
Commitment
Hit different
I'm consistently praying
My heart is resistant
And distant
.To keep these bitches
From preying
No safe haven
You'll hate explaining
I love that nigga
Ill dub that sister
No love facts
Take your stuff
Back with ya
That throwback picture
Rip it up
You wont show that sister
Snow that
Its the
Way I move
Aint no kodaks snipper
MR. Mike lowery
Is outty
This is no cap
Wit ya
So when I text
I just flex
I want no haps with ya
Cold as the snow caps
Wit ya
Want no parts
Keep my heart
Dark as that kodak nigga
I'm hard on them Yō
Scarred to the soul
Baby par
Lady broads
Made it hard on the bro
Good girls go bad
Leaving scars just to show
Lord only knows
I'm hard on them Yō
Scarred to the soul
Baby par
Lady broads
Made it hard on the bro
Good girls go bad
Leaving scars just to show
Lord only knows
I make cameos often
Jammy stay off in
Something soft
From Miami to Austin
Got damn
He the man
He need a grammy
For tossing
Panties in grand portions
Then I hand them the coffin
The booty call king
I mingle at nights
Singling types
No wife
Just sprinkling pipe
To groupies and flings
I'm the Chris cringle
Bring you the man dingo
One night
We can kiss twice
Then I take flight
Like it ain't no thing
I blank on dames
Treat dimes
Like they aint no change
Aint no chains
They crying like
He aint go change
If I stay with them though
Depends
How I rate they fallacio
Or how she takes a ratio
Of bro
In her face or a hole
Wait
Still no place for her Tho
Ma
Love don't live here
This thug sincere
Get Xed
Once I'm in your belly
Ty disappears in thin air
All you hear is Parrellis
I tear up my celli
Its then clear
I don't care yea
I'm hard on them Yō
Scarred to the soul
Baby par
Lady broads
Made it hard on the bro
Good girls go bad
Leaving scars just to show
Lord only knows
I'm hard on them Yō
Scarred to the soul
Baby par
Lady broads
Made it hard on the bro
Good girls go bad
Leaving scars just to show
Lord only knows
We ain't doing no dating
Or escapading
Even if the sex is amazing
Yous a X
In the making
No guessing
Debating
Mistaking me
For the rest
Get awakened
I ain't taken stress
I'll just step
And leave you left
With the aching
There's no ties
With ty
I ain't pressed
With the playing
Im pressure
Im saying
Goodbye
This very second
And waving
Commitment
Hit different
I'm consistently praying
My heart is resistant
And distant
.To keep these bitches
From preying
No safe haven
You'll hate explaining
I love that nigga
Ill dub that sister
No love facts
Take your stuff
Back with ya
That throwback picture
Rip it up
You wont show that sister
Snow that
Its the
Way I move
Aint no kodaks snipper
MR. Mike lowery
Is outty
This is no cap
Wit ya
So when I text
I just flex
I want no haps with ya
Cold as the snow caps
Wit ya
Want no parts
Keep my heart
Dark as that kodak nigga
I'm hard on them Yō
Scarred to the soul
Baby par
Lady broads
Made it hard on the bro
Good girls go bad
Leaving scars just to show
Lord only knows
I'm hard on them Yō
Scarred to the soul
Baby par
Lady broads
Made it hard on the bro
Good girls go bad
Leaving scars just to show
Lord only knows
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Writer(s): Tyrone L.robinson
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