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malur (uk) - lost cause كلمات أغنية

woke up from a dream that she cheated on me
she saw my failures but never thought of leaving me be
but i love her to death
it’s almost like she choking me

she showed up to my shift at twenty past three
with a red dress on, looking nasty
come to fashion, she’s not drastic
a little hood, a little classy
but she be fancy the way she laughing
and she give me head, without asking

back last december, i was pushing nights
but she kept me up, likе those decembеr lights
back in mayfair, we had mad fights
week in week out, i had to catch a flight
but now we acting right, and she acting nice
and her braids tight, but her mind right

but i’m a lost cause, she said she got faith
just like i trust god, never put me in harms way
and she’s a christian, only on sundays
but on the other nights, she’s sinning like its cosplay
angel in disguise, it’s a d_mn shame
that when i make it big, she won’t f_ck with the fame
she say my name like it, it mean something
2 degree weather she looking so fine
when i hit it from behind, i know that sh_t mine
she love diamonds, but f_ck, she hate all the shine
she my favourite, and though heaven sent her to the world
she on the devil’s payroll, getting payed by the minute

don’t leave, just whine a minute
i ain’t even got a minute
just wait hold up a minute
you hit me up i’m in it

she in the club at 7 am with her hoe friends
and we ain’t broke up no less than bout a minute ago
she still show up to pick me up when times get tough
we in a rough patch but we up again we never end it

and my b_tch bad
and she got bad friends
and they all rich
and i could have them

they got chanel bags bought by they parents
my baby get her own money she don’t play dat sh_t
she so bombastic, body elastic
titties not plastic call her mrs. fantastic
babyyyyy

she left fabric, with some other motherf_cker
she’s in paris, flying private with her mother
i heard the flight attendant say she was trouble
i heard word from her friends that she’s done
but i hit her up, for some love
she said f_ck that, but we should f_ck

she hit the streets type quick like
a fiend found 6 lucky hits
like sh_t i ain’t think this b_tch
had the itch to split like a gymnasts hips
but i’m home alone thinking of her christmas gift
situationships, wishing fake wishes
what you make of it and what you take’s different

babyyyyy

- malur uk

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