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Fastbreak
02:40
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if you run it down the line
i will see you every time
a fastbreak's coming and
i don't want to miss it baby
(oh no)
i'll move faster than before
i'll move faster than before
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Crossover
02:04
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i'm fly as fuck but i'm still flying coach
i'm hosting mostly ghosts
deader than this moldy toast
so old you know it's not a boast
and i'm trying to explain that i'm,
that i'm decomposing
but it's harder to explain, cause like
nobody knows me
and i'm sitting over here i'm like
"what do i do?"
i haven't been this stuck since i was like 22 but
don't worry ain't about that cash
you know i'm sitting here distracted
thinkin' bout that ass
sometimes i'm just a goth chick, bad bitch, stop it
lookin' at that ass, oh you wanna make me bop it
sometimes i'm just a good kid out to make a profit
mixtape coming out, yo, don't sleep, cop it
i feel unoriginal
my rap game digital
turn up the gain
to boost the fucking signal
ride the fuckin beat
put the whole game to sleep
tired as fuck
you got ass? i'll creep like...
ooo girl, you lookin' fan-fucking-tastic
god damn, you got me acting all spaztic
let me show you why my waste band's elastic
keep it up, and i'mma do something drastic
nah, i'll stay classic like i don't have it
everyone rememberin' me will say "pass it"
best kept secret, you might need it
everything expected from me, i'll exceed it
but like... i know i ain't shit to you
and so, this is song is all i'm gonna do
cause well... i'm way too scared to talk to you
but like... at least i'm fucking trying to
sometimes i'm just a goth chick, bad bitch, stop it
lookin' at that ass, oh you wanna make me bop it
sometimes i'm just a good kid out to make a profit
mixtape coming out, yo, don't sleep, cop it
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3. |
Nothing With You
02:56
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oh don't you know i'm crazy
i'm crazy about you
now don't you think i'm lazy
because there's nothing i'd rather do
than nothing with you girl
than nothing with you girl
feel it in my brain like a major payne
don't know what your sayin', so i can't complain
trying to live a life that i can't sustain
pumping out these hits like it's my claim to fame
love's real stupid
don't make the cut
looking at me like
i give a fuck
i won't wait complain
like a major stunt
taking shots to the heart
like a private grunt
this night life livin'
tight bright ribbons
sweatin' to the oldies
like my name was simmons
open up my heart see these feelings
complain how my brain
splattered on these ceilings
love is a motherfucking battlefield
slippin' like i'm steppin' on banana peels
heart torn apart loving how it feels
shit got me wishin' that it wasn't real
like damn...
oh don't you know i'm crazy
i'm crazy about you
now don't you think i'm lazy
because there's nothing i'd rather do
than nothing with you girl
than nothing with you girl
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my family betrayed just for telling the truth
they just left me to hang just for reporting abuse
justice don't exist when the family's in question
and betrayal doesn't matter if you're black- i'm just guessing
if i ever fucking hear "you can't shake the fam bam"
i'll tell you what you could do and who the fuck i am
call me a tranny just because you can't stand me
it don't mean a thing, oh you know it's just family
i don't need your traditions or to fuck with religion
i can stand on my own, don't need to cave to submission
bow my head to nobody out of blood obligation
stand my own ground, fight without hesitation
if that's where i came from, i'm glad that i'm gone
i'm never going back, don't give a damn if i'm wrong
so fuck the family name, it never stood for much good
you got something to say? i fucking wish that you would.
hashtag flashback, let me get that cash back
search me up and down, got they hand up in my ass crack
what they gonna find while their looking for a dub sack
all i really got is a motherfucking snapback
you like that? shit i knew it was something
yo it couldn't be me, cause my heart was thumpin'
just a little kid sitting and crying
"how's this gonna end" was all on my mind
if everybody just how hard that this is
clenching my jaw always making a fist
swinging so wild and always breaking my wrist
crying like a child but still slippin' a disc
i had 69 problems just because i'm a bitch
stayed up to 420 trynna deal with it
i ain't talking shit, call it dissin' a diss
i can't call the cops because i ain't a snitch
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L Henderson Brooklyn, New York
I'm L. They/them pronouns. Just the letter L.
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