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Mondee
I was born with my blonde long and curly hair
Even I couldn't think I must have thought this ain't fair
I'm a prayer, I'ma lay her back and beg her to stay here
Ups I forgot that time's over now, I'm sober now
And it sux cuz my problems seem bigger when I'm sober
How am I supposed to live with my sorrows , please help me get over
This wall that im standing at, staring at, figuring 'bout climbin' over
Nah I cant do that
Man what is this
I got like 4 and a half minute, is there a limit
For how long a goodbye can last? how long you'll be fighting with the past?
This ain't right, it feels tight, it's just my own thoughts speaking
But the past is sneaking, I'm freaking ..
Out, is there a problem with my brain or am I dead?
At least my mom she didn't have to see when my wrist bled
Because I would never double the pain by hurting myself
You don't belive me then go and ask her yourself
She knows my world a lot better than me, myself and I
I wish I could start this shit over and hey ho goodbye
But what is possible in this world? If my hair didn't curled?
If my head didn't swirled? If she wasn't the first,
but if she was the third? My mind is blurred
I cant go on with this rhyme, cuz it's just a matter of time
before my mind goes black, and !boom! im back
to this motherfucking desk thinking "back on track.."
I need a source of inspiraton and a wave of frustration
That will bring the thoughts to my head and you will face a creation
That will make u forget about your life and masturbation
What comes out of my mouth is what comes into you ears
I bet your mothafucking braincells will be screaming "cheers!"
Your kids will lose their fears while your wife gently hands you a beer
This verse hasn't really got a meaning and announcement
It's just an pronouncement of how many hour spent
On this addicting song with the crazy rhymes, about thugs sex, rock & roll and crimes
Ups that was a lie I didn't ment to tell, I'm sorry Isabell!
Oh my god she'll make me go to hell! Please someone ring the secret bell!
DingDang it rang and im safe again, oh shit i've wrote I've gotta go and sharp this pen!
And I'm back, tick tack, that's the clock and the time seem to go slow
I'ma try to keep on living as I do for the moment , though
Waking up at three p.m, hopefully in my bed
And if it wasn't in my bed I would have ran and fled
I should have listened to my mom but I didn't give a shit of what she said
And all because of that the color of my situation is red
I'm about to get prepared, and fuck yeah, I'm scared
Man, am I the only one who really didn't fucking cared?
Am I the only one who never wished to be compared?
Even I couldn't think I must have thought this ain't fair
I'm a prayer, I'ma lay her back and beg her to stay here
Ups I forgot that time's over now, I'm sober now
And it sux cuz my problems seem bigger when I'm sober
How am I supposed to live with my sorrows , please help me get over
This wall that im standing at, staring at, figuring 'bout climbin' over
Nah I cant do that
Man what is this
I got like 4 and a half minute, is there a limit
For how long a goodbye can last? how long you'll be fighting with the past?
This ain't right, it feels tight, it's just my own thoughts speaking
But the past is sneaking, I'm freaking ..
Out, is there a problem with my brain or am I dead?
At least my mom she didn't have to see when my wrist bled
Because I would never double the pain by hurting myself
You don't belive me then go and ask her yourself
She knows my world a lot better than me, myself and I
I wish I could start this shit over and hey ho goodbye
But what is possible in this world? If my hair didn't curled?
If my head didn't swirled? If she wasn't the first,
but if she was the third? My mind is blurred
I cant go on with this rhyme, cuz it's just a matter of time
before my mind goes black, and !boom! im back
to this motherfucking desk thinking "back on track.."
I need a source of inspiraton and a wave of frustration
That will bring the thoughts to my head and you will face a creation
That will make u forget about your life and masturbation
What comes out of my mouth is what comes into you ears
I bet your mothafucking braincells will be screaming "cheers!"
Your kids will lose their fears while your wife gently hands you a beer
This verse hasn't really got a meaning and announcement
It's just an pronouncement of how many hour spent
On this addicting song with the crazy rhymes, about thugs sex, rock & roll and crimes
Ups that was a lie I didn't ment to tell, I'm sorry Isabell!
Oh my god she'll make me go to hell! Please someone ring the secret bell!
DingDang it rang and im safe again, oh shit i've wrote I've gotta go and sharp this pen!
And I'm back, tick tack, that's the clock and the time seem to go slow
I'ma try to keep on living as I do for the moment , though
Waking up at three p.m, hopefully in my bed
And if it wasn't in my bed I would have ran and fled
I should have listened to my mom but I didn't give a shit of what she said
And all because of that the color of my situation is red
I'm about to get prepared, and fuck yeah, I'm scared
Man, am I the only one who really didn't fucking cared?
Am I the only one who never wished to be compared?
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Fett bra brushan :) vare den här texten som var till brendas got a baby? ;d
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