a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

jordan d. mitchell - after all is done كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
lonely and dismissive, i could never trust these b_tches
in la i fell in love with a demon then found a mistress
broke and too depressed, that e.d.d made me feel blessed
i met shawty in isolation, my soul fiends for a companion
and she was all i ever had, her soul was tainted with illusions
the world is ending soon, so i assume she’s all i needed
smoking blunts to face, i waste my essence with this woman
knowing i could never truly love her but lying is the bеst solution
she got n_ggas on her line, i try to pay it littlе mind
cuz when my side hit my line, i’m at her crib late at night
you left me stranded in my misery, i contemplated ending things
cuz when nicky died, you disappeared, where’s the hennessy?
on the 405 to take my life, cuz b_tch i know you lied
you been m.i.a but b_tch i know you f_cking on the side
i’m tired of pleading for your empathy and b_tch i know you sick of me
i’m tired of you acting manic, putting panic into my energy
you lie all the time, so do i, i never loved you
if you die, i will survive and suicide b_tch i support you
had the mistress like an empress, when we broke up know i moved on
realized i love this woman, yet she could not be my swan song
all the woman after her, they used my pain to gain a love song
i returned to her hesitant, i’m not present i hope she moves on
trying to start a flame in rain, it’s pointless we both know it
false promises to compromise the pain her tears focus
two years with myself, i needed help, my heart was empty
i had women say they love me, we would f_ck i still felt nothing
i can’t apologize, cuz i’d be lying saying sorry
after all, is done, i know you ain’t one
i’m sorry
[chorus]
all my b_tches deserve redemption baby (put yo motha f_ckin hands up)
all my homies dying lonely baby (put yo motha f_ckin hands up)
you know my gun got extensions baby (get yo motha f_ckin bands up)
i know you b_tches do not know me baby (put yo motha f_ckin)
all my b_tches deserve redemption baby (put yo motha f_ckin hands up)
all my homies dying lonely baby (put yo motha f_ckin hands up)
you know my gun got extensions baby (get yo motha f_ckin bands up)
i know you b_tches do not know me, baby

[verse 2]
saying that she loves me she don’t know me let’s be honest
you fell in love with the bare minimum with yo demons in the closet
b_tches want a n_gga i’m so broken girl i promise
you think i am the one but this feeling won’t get acknowledged
the homies said do better why the f_ck you waste you time with her?
sh_t
why the f_ck i waste my time with her?
all we do is argue she got trauma she won’t recognize
she laughs off all her problems, she need time to go reflect on life
never fall in love again, see i never knew what love was then
shawty i did you wrong, so in this song, i must confront my sins
i couldn’t trust you enough to say it because i knew you’d cry again
i can’t bring myself to love you because you remind me of my ex
and i hate that b_tch i do, she f_cked up my mental
and you only have potential to further my own issues
and i know yo friends hate me, and my friends ain’t a fan of you
you’re not a bad person but i’m beyond understanding you
[chorus]
all my b_tches deserve redemption baby (put yo motha f_ckin hands up)
all my homies dying lonely baby (put yo motha f_ckin hands up)
you know my gun got extensions baby (get yo motha f_ckin bands up)
i know you b_tches do not know me baby (put yo motha f_ckin)
all my b_tches deserve redemption baby (put yo motha f_ckin hands up)
all my homies dying lonely baby (put yo motha f_ckin hands up)
you know my gun got extensions baby (get yo motha f_ckin bands up)
i know you b_tches do not know me, baby

[bridge]
f_ck the feds n_gga, gang banging f_ck yo color what’s yo set n_gga?
later is now, chewing on some now and laters from the 99 cent store
posted on wilson way tryna pimp n_gga where the wh0res?!
get shot at the bus stop, yo aunty doing crack rock
you 25 my n_gga, n_ggas doing 25 for serving that hot pot
you got b_tches and sh_t we do too!
i’ll lie to my hoes and n_gga you should too!

[outro]
b_tch!
do not hit my line, girl what the f_ck is wrong with you!
you’re a waste of time, girl i told you don’t get comfortable!
watched my cousin die, b_tch of course my dreams uncomfortable
if i took a n_gga life would you think of me as touchable
b_tches bipolar world order should i give a f_ck ?
she crying on my chest, lil b_tch wanna make love?
kick her to the curb, she lost for words cuz i don’t want none
you n_ggas is some squares it’s a problem when i solve one

- jordan d mitchell

كلمات أغنية عشوائية

كلمات الأغاني الشهيرة