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Artiste: Ky Rodgers
Titre: From My Mind

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Real shit from My Mind
Can you tell me where the love at
It’s like I’m wasting my time
Trying to get these dollar bills back
And all I feel is hate
Can you tell me where my fam at
Cause everybody’s changed
Like what the fuck is this bullshit
And babymomma tripping
But that ain’t nothing new
And my friends be switching
Like what the fuck did I do
I keep it real homie
And that’s for real homie
So if you walking out my life
Then disappear on me
I don’t give a fuck about no hoe
I don’t give a fuck about no bitch
One time I gave this girl my heart
But I guess she fucking lost that shit
And now I’m cold as a motherfucker
Shorty hit me up like Ky let me come over
And I don’t text back
I say fuck that
That’s a waste of time
Me and you
We’re on a different grind
You’re thinking sex
And I’m thinking fine
But at the same time
I’m chasing dollar signs
And the real love is where my dogs are at
Man I hope you feel this
Realest motherfucker you ever met
One day I’m gonna do this on the top
But I don’t wanna do this shit anymore
Anymore, anymore
It’s no longer love when it turns to war, no
My minds gone
So I hit that
Now my eyes closed
But the memories coming back
And I don’t wanna deal with that
So I say fuck it
Take another shot
Think I might call
But I better not
Spent a lot of money on that fucking rock
I should care less if you fucking rot
But I do, I do
And I usually wouldn’t say that
But you had that precious little thing that calls me da da
And our views
We always had completely different views
Honestly you’ll probably never like a fucking thing I do
But I’m smoking this for you
Dedicate this blunt to you
For all the bullshit
And the heartaches
And the pain I put you through
If I could I would roll these memories up in a J
I’d pearl that motherfucker
And I’d smoke the pain away