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Belly – The Day I Met You

Исполнители: Belly
Альбомы: Belly – Belly - Inzombia
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Текст Belly – The Day I Met You

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Yeah!

Fuck the day that I met you
Fuck the day that I met you
I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you

Fuck the day that I met you
Fuck the day that I met you
I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you
(Forget you, forget you)

Mama told me you could catch bird with a breadcrumb
Hunnid niggas standin’ outside, screamin’ «Redrum!»
Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come
Mama told me you could catch bird with a breadcrumb

Redrum, redrum, man they say money talks, you ain’t said none
I’m a stack a hunnid million ‘fore the Feds come
Mama told me you could catch bird with a breadcrumb
Right wing, left wing, house got a right wing, left wing
With my ex ting, texting, my next ting
With your bitch face resting, I just think
Maybe you was never nothing but a slight through
I know you never loved me, even though you tried to
‘Member way back when I missed the days back then
I went to school high, never went to high school (oooh…)
Drug diet, drug diet, we had chemistry baby, I love science
The love dying, the love dying, sippin’ purple rain till I hear the doves cry!

Fuck the day that I met you
Fuck the day that I met you
I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you
Fuck the day that I met you
Fuck the day that I met you
I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you

(Forget you, forget you)

Mama told me you could catch bird with a breadcrumb
Hunnid niggas standin’ outside, screamin’ «Redrum!»
Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come
Mama told me you could catch bird with a breadcrumb

I remember when my doors closed, and the crib got foreclosed
Now I’m like fuck a wardrobe, this whole winter I just wore robes
Diamonds looking like it’s morse code, hit you in your torso see your whole soul
Mixin’ lean up in the orange soda, bitch I think I might just need a organ donor
Yeah I remember trappin’ on the motorola
On the dolo, on the dolo
Feds’ trynna flip a photo,
On the low fish-scalin’ in a new 4-door…
In a new 4-door…
Fish-tail in’ in a new 4-door,
With a couple hoes, too bad one ugly like Todo, God damn I got it!

Fuck the day that I met you
Fuck the day that I met you
I’m smoking all of this weed baby, just to forget you
Fuck the day that I met you
Fuck the day that I met you
I’m drinking all of this drank baby, just to forget you
(Forget you, forget you)

Mama told me you could catch bird with a breadcrumb
Hunnid niggas standin’ outside, screamin’ «Redrum!»
Try to make a hunnid million dollars ‘fore the Feds come
Mama told me you could catch bird with a breadcrumb

Альбом

Belly – Belly - Inzombia