Luke Christopher
Luke Christopher - Statues songtekst
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Bitch, I don’t love you either I hope you hear it now when this shit come through the speakers I hope that when you hear this you’ll be sitting nagging feelings with your girls Telling them, “no, he ain’t talking about me ‘cause I’m not” You got hot, I’m lost, a nigga said I’m slipping, got a hickey in New York Last night got dizzy with a hippie in the park She was with me, got a Chevy and she stuck it in my arm Fuck her, don’t love her, that’s the advice I know I’m stressing, Julie said you smoked a pack in a night And I ain’t talking, she just asked if I was alright Said I was sleeping with some girls that make me hate my life But fuck it, I’ve been playing Nintendo again And texting them girls sexual innuendoes again Girl text me like, “just put in the back, alright?” Like for sure, baby, it will be the best in your life I’m tripping, rock bottom in this bitch Feeling prejudiced, see my color in this bitch And if I get rich then I’mma buy a Benz Just ride by your crib with your best girlfriend Now freedom isn’t freedom unless your heart free, too Bitches be relentless, girl, I see you But ain’t no need to follow, bitch, I’m hella hollow Now leave me to my problems and my empty Henney bottle Living in a den of tears Rub the jinx for answers in the pages Living in a den of tears And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious They made a statue of us Bitch, I don’t love you either How you love Beyoncé but never heard of Aaliyah How you wanna sing but never heard of Regina One too many niggas that you know who wanna be us Tomorrow 21 guns, put a daisy in my gun Try to pull the trigger, bullet headed to the sun Headed to the village with a dancer and a drum Wake up to the ceiling and my lower half numb But I’m home, boy, now I’m working 9 to 5 Started taking a bus, you used to be my ride Started sleeping with s***s ‘cause I know you don’t mind Started dreaming of love ‘cause one day it’ll be mine Living in a den of tears Rub the jinx for answers in the pages Living in a den of tears And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious And it’s contagious, and it’s contagious They made a statue of us