I'm not the type to roll around holding my spite
You look the same according to your mistakes
That night we stayed up
And we talked
And we fought
Then we fucked
Till the dawn
Now you holding me warm
Now your hoe wanna join
At the club you wait behind the red line
The red lights
The meds like a bed rock
You shouting like you want it on the phone with me
But
The bed rock, you said hot
I'm not the type
To roll around
Holding my spite
You look the same according to your mistakes
And I'm not the type
To roll around
Holding my spite
Yeah You look the same according to your mistake
The night we stayed up
Cause we don't talk anymore
I called
The last time
You told me your mother and father was on the run
When this bed rock, you said hot
The bed rock, sex flow
The bed roll, you want more
When this bed roll you want more
Свет из дали, я на пути к раю
Нас не свести, я дверь закрываю
я не буду терпеть твой ебанный бред
Your own room dealing
But your roof ceiling
Tearing apart cause the faith be wrong from the start
They sitting in parks
Washington having a problem with the power part
But it take two to tango power art
RHYME only half sung half rung but
I'm admitting
This the majority unaware
Of what don't declare is the truth
And selling a booth to you know
Cupids opposite crew
What a fool
Mmm I'm not the
I'm not the type
To roll around
Holding my spite
Yeah I'm not the type
To roll around
Holding my spite
Yeah Mmm
You look the same according to your mistakes
You look the same according to your mistake
To your mistake
The bed roll, you want more
When this bed roll you want more
Sex Flow
You look the same
According to your mistake
And I know it's on your mind cause
Boy you know me
You been loving me
You been fucking me
You been fucking around actually