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• Artiste: Night Lovell
• Titre: Morrison
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outby16, or dead on the scene, but together forever Thought I made it known, I wonder why they cannot see, uh I got good intentions, it was just a bad idea All these ups and downs come around, this shit makes up my life (This shit makes up my life, bitch) Ayy, yuh (Ayy) If she says she's hungry then it's probably dick I'll feed her Bitch, I fuck with you so much I'll climb the Burj Khalifa I got too much pride, too much envy, yes, I got my fuckin' vices (Yes, I got my fuckin' vise, capiche?) Yuh, ayy Ever since the start there was just one thing that I said (Ayy) I would never let this find a way into my head (Yеah) I just fight, I don't want it, but it's nice, fuck it run it What's the price? (What's thе motherfuckin' price?) (Yuh, ayy, yuh) We came from the block, there was no way we could ascend So all this money that I spend (So what), what the fuck did you expect? Bitch, I see it then I want it So I get it, I don't got no damn regret (I don't got no damn regret) Ayy, yuh (Okay) Yuh, everyday that pass, it's another thing I lose Overwork myself until I blow the fuckin' fuse Now I'm runnin' off, ain't run far enough This shit hurts me so I'm signin' off (Woo) Ayy, shit (Let's go) I go where I want, I don't pay no fuckin' fee (Fee) They just wanna roll with me, I guess this the place to be Dot my I's and cross my T's, I don't let nobody get this shit for free Ayy, uh Runnin' through these motherfuckin' hoes, they be tryna move the goalpost Ask me, "What's her name?" What I look like? Bitch, I don't know I need time alone, I be drivin' 'round solo Bumper scrape the motherfuckin' ground 'cause it's so low She say she wanna link, don't wanna fuck, I'm a no show (No) Met that bitch in SoHo, face pretty, ass so-so (Okay) Throwback fifteen years, we would buyin' shoes at Globo (Uh, Globo) Now this my reality, I travel 'round the whole globe It don't make no sense (It don't make no sense) Try to take me down, they did not succeed And they miss me now, they miss me now, now, now Ah