New Kind Of Love Ft. Day$okee (prod. Splxtstxcs)

KING PIN feat. eryxse (OUT EVERYWHERE)

JEALOUS *all plats* (prod.dentist)

lyrics

(Hook)
I hate this shit So why you distant? 
We both wrong, so what's the difference? 
Why you get to leave and come back when you want to? 
I'm staring at my phone, thinking, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" 
Damn, How many more times will I break down? Fucking up my mental, Trying to fix my attachments, 
You would rather disappear And fuck up my reactions 
Maybe your love is not real, And made of plastic
2x

(Verse 1)

Wanted this forever, 
Now I'm back inside a broken home, 
All these little pieces starting to fuck with my emotions 
X's everywhere, maybe I just need to be alone Thought you were the one, 
But now I know you had a different tone 
Phone starting ringing, 
I was on the same bullshit 
I blamed it on the music, 
Now I know that sounds stupid Soul ties everywhere, 
And I don't see Cupid 
When did I become everybody's home wrecker?

Champagne showers, 
New strains full of poetry, 
And I miss my girl, 
The one that got my name tatted 
Time wasn't real every time we ever linked up, Now she's with somebody else, I pray that I could move on

I'm glad 
I didn't call back 
And fuck up the relation, 
But every time I try to start fresh, 
It don't feel right Fuck, 
I don't understand what I'm after Fuck, 
Maybe I'm just waiting for disaster

(Verse 2)

Maybe I'm just waiting for disaster, 
Don't leave me behind 
Everything that we did, 
Yeah, you know that I tried 
Please don't forget about me, 
Cause you said that you wouldn't. 
Feel like I'm falling out the window, 
Fireworks in the distance 

I tried to call your fucking name out, 
But you wouldn't just listen 
The memories are nothing plastic, 
Baby, why are you trippin'? 
You fucking told me that you love me, 
But the motion was missing
I'm feeling sick inside my stomach 
Every time I be thinking, 

How the fuck it could've been so different? 
Why the fuck we met? 
Baby, please just listen
Why these fucking bitches wanna lie about my
Main reason why it's money over motherfucking fame

Baby, please just call my name out if what we had was real, 
The message that I left you was the last, what's the deal? 
Bitch, you had me waiting all up on my own
Man, I fucking just hate this shit, 
Got me thinking 'bout the time when you actually loved me, bitch.

(Hook)
I hate this shit So why you distant? 
We both wrong, so what's the difference? 
Why you get to leave and come back when you want to? 
I'm staring at my phone, thinking, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" 
Damn, How many more times will I break down? Fucking up my mental, Trying to fix my attachments, 
You would rather disappear And fuck up my reactions 
Maybe your love is not real, And made of plastic
2x


PLASTIC MEMORIES

lyrics 

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up 


i made her look twice when i rolled thru 
blacked out pradas off white lookin like ooo
watch yo step cause i move like a tycoon 
when i pop out all my bands colored light blue 

in the trap lookin like him wit this new chain 
she got a man tryna give a nigga new brain
suckulation what i get before i make a hoe pay 
ima pretty boy turnt up smokin on js

been got the sauce before this rap ever took off 
i could make a list of every boyfriend i’ve pissed off 
y would i settle down knowing yall got ripped off 
ill rather fuck hoes, stack bread and live like me 

inna v12 cause what’s sport without luxury?
ugly
and u would never catch me wit no junkie 
dummy 
so why would i stop knowin my fam hungry 
watch how i get this paper like a mummie

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up 

I’m in a push start, then I’m ridin on the low
Get my money fast and then you know we gotta go
Man I’m ice cold, got my pendant from the snow
Seein all the lights and all the cameras from the shows

I don’t do change, bitch I do it for the bands
Talkin at that noise you busy lookin from the stands
I don’t need fame, love my people and my fans
Get my money up and then I’m gonna hit my dance like

One time for the birthday bitch
Plant my money trees like it’s earth day quick
Cookin like I’m curry when I shoot I don’t miss
Stacks like Zirk man you know this shit is thick

Pull up full army, Seven Corps, no $NOT
Riding with the gang yellin out what’s good
Imma death grip til the green get got
You could never be us that’s forever understood

yeah wassup hoe, u see the bankroll 
i got a group of bad bitchs and they all vogue 
baby got a new waist, heels on designer 
if u broke yeah i bet it’s hard to find her 
tell me where the drugs u know im trynna reup 
i got cash, money fat like a brinks truck 
they tryna copy
good luck trynna be us 
if she look guarantee she gone speed up

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