Bobby Shmurda X Bobby Bitch (REMIX)

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Thraxxx - We Dem Niggas

Disclaimer:
This was written and performed during a very difficult period in my life.
If this resonates with you, I want you to know it’s not too late to change your circumstances, even if right now you feel powerless.
You’ve got this.

Lyrics:
Too many feelings in my heart, so I’m writing a song
Looks like I found my Venus, guess that my timing was wrong
Sextile intersections carry me like it’s time to get going
Once in a lifetime doesn’t hit until she’s been and gone
Even when your pad is cold and dark just like set in stone
Even if your path to glory says it’s time to hit the road
I believe they’ll keep my name around when I’ve been and gone
’Cause the things I write keep coming true like Matthew, Luke, and John
And I’m still marking my name like I earned this through struggle
And when you hear me flow with pain I know there’s no rebuttal

But let me tell you ’bout my brother though

’Cause I’m opening a window on the kennel
I’m a dog, I can’t help it, but success ain’t accidental
And this money keeps on coming like I can’t afford Seresto
And I’m scratching on this book like this shit’s my manifesto

Because I believe in myself every day I embody the life of thrills
The kind you can’t get from pills
The kind that makes them scratch their head and wonder why I’m talking such a big game on tracks
’Cause I attract the money like I’m picking fleas off my back
I’m a dog and I can’t help it
Try to embrace the life of living well and getting touched at will
But it’s crazy to me to spill the beans on you, opportunities come straight to me
Finally found out that the walls I built were just a cage to me
And faithfully I disrespect the ways I planned this out to be
’Cause I didn’t see the full picture
Like my subscription cut before I caught the last season of The Witcher
And I realize without the screen my life’s the blackest mirror
And I keep on dropping F bombs as if they’ll make this message clearer

But let me tell you ’bout my brother though, fuck

I know it’s not Red Bull but this shit is giving me wings
’Boutta take a flight, I wish my daughter was hearing me sing
I know the past is deadly and the present is a finicky thing
I also know my future’s gonna number me among the richest of kings
If I could take it all back I’d be stuck in a screen
I’d still be living out of bags and big boxy things
And if my van caught a flat I’d still be stuck on the scene
Intermittently admitting to crooked acts and wicked deeds

Let me tell you ’bout my brother though

And my romantic past still lives on in echoes
The catacombs of colour bring my mind and heart to angst and sorrow
Splash of colour makes the charcoal glow and heat the bacco
Been a while since I’ve basked in the sun at Hersones, though
And I’m smooth like a pebble
I’m full of heart
I’m straight and narrow
Seeing my dark past flutter off like a sparrow
I’m free as a bird
And yet these ladies dare to think that I’m shallow
As I find my truth brings in peace and cash and it’s hallowed

And I’m a double knocker
I’m a head locker
Flows get so deep some ladies call me a bedrocker
Weren’t expecting me to get so deep into admissions like yes your honour
See my brother’s healing from disease like it’s Zed horror

Zombies turned to people fighting battles that never came
How many brothers I’ve seen spending decades in decay
Clutching to the pipe hoping the pain will fade away

Let me tell you ’bout my brother though

And how many ladies out here to get their feelings hurt
Inviting me over for dinner like babe, I’m just here for dessert
And when I’m whipping a new Merc, will I still write these flows?

Let me tell you ’bout my brother though

Stories About My Brother Remix READ DESCRIPTION

New music 2015. Malice is still on the way thank you for your patience. follow me on twitter @dashingchrisbey instagram name is the same

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