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indigo saint - august كلمات الأغنية

[bridge]
i could have died last august
i could have died last june
i popped some pills in july
what would you do if i died?
i lost myself last august
i was alone in your room
i rolled a blunt and got high
momma i’m not tryna die yet
gen ain’t even nine yet
i ain’t written all these lines yet
i ain’t told em bout these times yet
i swear it’s feeling like it’s my year
yeah
i told em that love is a drug
i take em pills and i overdose
she taking selfies but she over pose

[phase 1]
but love lives here
and death does too
i’m good here
but death is too
i’m too sincere
i hate all the sh-t that i write
i’m wavy they riding my wave
but i hate all the sh-t that i write
if i picked a side i’m picking suicide
i’m glad that i’m inside your room tonight
i’m tryna get inside your womb tonight
been working like i got a suit and tie
i’m a dog took the muzzle off
i treat all these women like pets
all my dogs got the muzzle off
but they all been running like vets
we taking shots like em veterans
gold blend got me settling
she outside n-gg- send her in
i wrote all these verses to let her in
coz i could have died last august
or maybe i did and i’m back
she turned twenty two in august
when i left i was getting her back
but i’m back in my mind yeah
anxiety made my mind die yeah
couldn’t even write a rhyme yeah
they ask me i tell em i’m fine yeah
issa contract sign here
fine print in my lines yeah
i’m tryna spoon like i dine here
gimme a mill so i grind here

[phase 2]
youngins they all love to trap
verses make your woman fap
if she say she love me issa fact
iss your problem if you mad at that
that p-ssy is nice issa trap
that p-ssy ain’t yours issa fact
trapping ain’t nice when it’s facts
p-ssy set my n-gg-rs back
misogyny setting us back
but b-tches bad and boujee
trapping ain’t nice when it’s facts
so play them bad and boujee
tell me bout pam and suzy
when shawties get lit they ain’t choosy
got bottles they drank em like dash
they posers they pose with no flash
4 1 5 on my way home
rosetenville too far from school
9:30 and i ain’t home
still need to wake up for school
this when you know issa hustle
when you sleep and you dream bout your hustle
i wrote my whole tape when i dossed
and it’s fire it’s lit like it’s toss

[phase 3]
depression be stuck on my mind
but f-ck it the city is mine
i’m back in my prime
these hunnies like things on my mind
they’re thots so i give em no time
i spit so divine
immaculate when i do rhyme
i gesture and hi five a mime
but back in the city of crime
back in the city of crime
these n-gg-rs be stealing your time
boy i’m a fiend
feeling like bongo m-ffin
imali yephepha ayifiki
count a thousand
twenty two times what i owe to that school what i told my cousin
vele bazini?
i’m tryna sell like that stuff egazini
fede couzy, tjovitjo aziwe
i could have died i told you
k!lled by the same hand that’s writing these verses
let that sink in
while you blinking
i been thinking
bout getting it in
but vodka and gin make me sin
sometimes issa win
win, situation for homies and kin
and i only die for homies and kin
plus most of my homies are kin
death is my homie so who next of kin?

- indigo saint

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