Wockhardt Songtext
von Jaja00

Happiness from this piece
Ain′t really definitive
But if it makes you proud
Then I could do it a little bit
After all I been
Sick and tired of sufferin
Believe it or not
Help Me Pay My Rent
Didn't pay my rent
You fuck with me cause
I′m cute
Not tryna hear me vent
Would you rather me cry
Inside ya arms
Or in a Benz
Would you rather not remember
All of these events
Then the next night
Do the same shit again


Take a sip from the fountain
Of the thug tears
I aint never have a feelin like
This in years
In between a fuckin rock
And the asphalt
Baby girl
That just be the cash fault
I dont know what the work
Or the weed do
I just know you put me on
And it came through
Oh, this the type of shit
That the rappers do
Just a product of emotion
It aint nothin new


R.I.P Yams
R.I.P Fredo
She said she in love
With my alter ego
Ima treat the wock
Like a desert eagle
Real life be the
Real placebo
Different colored stains
All in the limo
I might hit a stain
If the plug gon front
Hate Mondays like
Garfield
Ima give myself a little bit
Of a jump
Told my thoughts you
Talk too much
My clique don't
Show love enough
My bitch act like we
Ain't cuffed
Glorify what′s in
That cup
Boy if I
Put down my cup
Might relapse cause
I′m too stuck
Bitch we stuck until
We struck